"Knock knock," she said, twisting the strap of her bag, and after a moment Sam opened the door to his apartment area. Despite what Vision had said, he looked mad.
"Don't tell me," he said, "you've come to apologize."
"Something like that," she replied, "can I come in?"
"Why?"
"Because I have a grand stunt planned to prove my affection for you, and I can't do it out here," she explained.
Sam looked like he was about to smile, then stopped himself at the last minute. "Go on, then," he said, opening the door wider. She walked in and crossed to his personal kitchen area, then opened her bag.
"This," she said, pulling out her bottle, "is the nicest scotch I own. Single malt, old as dicks, potent as hell and the two glasses I've had were like a religious experience, they tasted so good. It was also pretty damn expensive."
She unstoppered the bottle and poured the amber liquid down the drain, shaking the bottle to get rid of the last few whisky drops.
"Ta da," she said, "grand stunt. I'm giving up alcohol, unless everyone else is drinking, in which case it's social and completely allowed." She set the empty bottle on the side. "I, um, I didn't think beyond this point. Please say something. Sorry."
"You can be such a dick sometimes," he said.
"I know. I'm sorry."
Sam shook his head, chewing his lip as he looked out of the window. "I can't believe this," he muttered.
"Believe what?"
"That I am actually considering taking you back," he told her, and she didn't say anything. "You are one screwed up person, you know that?"
"If insulting me is giving you catharsis," she said, "I don't mind. Whatever makes you feel better."
He looked back to glare at her. "Really?"
"I'm being serious!" she retorted. "I just- argh, I'm so crap at this." She ran her hands through her hair. "I'm sorry, Sam, I didn't mean to lose it at you and none of the stuff I said was true. I like you, I really like you, and I don't want to lose you over some dumb argument." She walked forward until there was only a couple of inches between them, and stared at her own feet. "Sorry," she said for the third time, hoping it would prove lucky.
Sam sighed, then wrapped his arms around her. "God, I hate you so much," he said, kissing her forehead.
"Mmhmm."
"And I am a total idiot, apparently, because I ain't splitting up with you either," he continued, "I really like you too."
"I thought you said you hated me?" she grinned, looking up at him.
"Shut up," he said, and kissed her.
To: Tall Glass of Water
Guess who just got laid B) xx
From: Tall Glass of Water
I told you he would take you back, didn't I? x
A/N actually, it's a miracle I'm even awake to post this since I got no sleep last night due to a combination of a) staying up to finish volume 5 of Sandman and b) crying like a baby over Wanda (not Maximoff) in the aforementioned comic book. Which, incidentally, I have decided is Eva's favourite comic as it combines her love of horror and tall British dudes who aren't quite human. Anyhoo- hope you enjoyed the chapters, my favourite bit is that Eva and V put kisses in texts to each other, and I'm going to go back to wailing over Wanda (not Maximoff).