A/N: Forgot the disclaimer last chapter (I do that with every story I write, I swear) so here it is. I don't own the Losers, but I've got the comic book coming in the mail.

There were few things that Aisha hated more than stakeouts. Sitting in a hot car with a pair of binoculars for hours at a time was confining, boring, and uncomfortable. Sitting in a hot car with Jensen…well, that was a whole new type of torture.

"So, Aisha, do you like DC more or Marvel?" He asked, smacking on a piece of gum as he spoke.

Aisha shot him a look that she hoped would discourage the hacker from continuing, but he either missed it completely or decided to ignore her.

"Personally, I like Marvel. You know, Spiderman and the X-Men. Oh, and the Fantastic 4. You know the Human Torch? If I were a superhero, I'm pretty sure I'd be the Human Torch. He's all sexy and cool and he's got girls all over him…I mean, I don't have girls throwing themselves at me, but they're probably just too shy, you know? Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm like the Human Torch."

When Jensen paused to take a breath, Aisha took the opportunity to interrupt.

"Jensen?"

"Yeah?" He answered, clearly startled by Aisha's interjection.

"Do you know why you haven't got girls throwing themselves at you?"

"Because they're shy?" Jensen said, his voice hopeful. Aisha snorted.

"You talk too much. You get antsy around women and then you talk and you talk and you just won't shut up. Sometimes a woman wants a man to listen to her, you know? And I mean real listening, not that 'mm-hmm, yep' crap you guys do."

Jensen was silent a moment, avoiding making eye contact.

"So I talk too much?" He said finally, and he actually sounded kind of crestfallen. Aisha felt a little bit bad despite herself.

"Yeah, Jensen, you do."

Jensen sighed loudly and looked intently through his binoculars, and then was silent. Aisha was just starting to get used to the silence when Jensen cleared his throat. Aisha rolled her eyes and pointedly ignored him, but Jensen repeated the action, more loudly than before.

"What? What do you want?" Aisha said finally, her frustration obvious.

"I'm not talking," Jensen explained, and his tone made it clear that he expected that to mean something to Aisha.

"Yes, and thank you for that."

"No, I mean I'm not talking, so why aren't you?"

"What?" Aisha asked, her confusion clear.

"You said that men shouldn't talk so that they could listen to you women. Well, I'm not talking, so go ahead. I'll listen."

Aisha chuckled, shaking her head.

"Really, Jensen? Just because women sometimes want to be listened to doesn't mean that I want you to listen to me."

"Then why the hell did you tell me to shut up?"

"Because you were annoying me!"

"Well why didn't you just say that instead of going off on what women want?"

"Maybe I thought you would appreciate the advice!"

"I don't!"

The car fell into an uneasy silence, and Aisha almost laughed at how immature the argument was. As the silence dragged on, though, Aisha started to worry that maybe she had actually hurt Jensen's feelings. She was trying to decide what her best move would be when Jensen quietly stuck his hand out next to her. Aisha frowned, then noticed that there was a wad of gum stuck to the end, undoubtedly half of the piece that he had been chewing since for the past fifteen minutes.

Aisha contemplated the gum for a minute; it was clearly a peace offering, but it was also a piece of ABC gum. She sighed, then took the gum and popped it in her mouth, smiling at the still intense watermelon flavor.

Jensen smiled and turned back to the window with his binoculars, and Aisha grinned as she held up her own pair.

Immature? Definitely. But also surprisingly fun.

Maybe stakeouts with Jensen weren't so bad after all.