"Now, Ava, could you please - oof!" Her foot slammed into his chest, knocking some of the little oxygen he'd been able to breathe upon returning Aunt May's house. Everything had been tossed topsy-turvy the moment Ava injured herself in their battle against Electro. And it didn't help that she still tried to fight on a fractured ankle. How foolish and reckless his girlfriend could be, "Stop failing around all over the place! I'm trying to help you."
"We shouldn't be here," Ava hissed, attempting to pull herself off the couch. But her injured ankle prevented her from doing so and she let out a small yelp in frustration, "We should be out there, fighting alongside Peter, Danny, and Luke! That Electro guy's only become stronger since the last time."
"Yeah, well hate to break it to you, kitty cat," Sam said, checking to see if he had enough bandage wrap for the whole of her ankle. Aunt May did appear to be well-stocked, "But you're in no condition to go out there and battle with the big guns. Hell, some common crooks might be too difficult to handle right now. What you need to do is lie down and relax. Take a break - the others will handle it, I guarantee it."
Ava snorted, crossing her arms and turning her head towards the TV, "Could we at least watch the news?"
"So you can wallow over the fact that Peter is having all the fun?" Sam countered, easily able to see through her guise, "Not a chance, Tiger. How about we watch a romcom, or play a video game?"
"A video game? Since whenever do I play one of those?" Ava scoffed.
"What? You don't want to play a video game with your boyfriend?" Sam teased as he finished bandaging her ankle; that should do it for the next couple of hours. Coulson said someone would be down there in the morning to properly check on it, which gave him the opportunity to have a little fun, "I promise I'll make it entertaining."
Her eyes redirected from the TV towards him, a curious glint flickering across. Taking that as a good sign, Sam chuckled and pressed his fingers into her calves, massaging out the knots that had accumulated over the last few days. He could already tell she was suppressing a moan, with the way her head leaned back against the armrest and her eyelids were not quite shut, "How does that feel, Ava?"
"Just don't stop," Ava said, reaching out her hand to entangle her fingers into his thick, black hair, "At least for the next five minutes. Then we can play your stupid video games. Or watch some cheesy romcom."
Sam laughed again, pleased his touch was more than enough to get in his girlfriend's good graces, "Don't lie - you love them."
She only hummed in response, granting Sam this rare victory.
But then again, Sam would suggest he'd already scored the biggest victory of them all. And her skin was beneath his fingers; her hands intertwined with his hair.