Phil Coulson took me to Times Square, and we rode bikes together. Then, that night we held hands and as he whispered in my ear he said let’s go to the bedroom.
Hawkeye took me to the West Village, and we went to dinner. Then, that night we cuddled under a blanket and as he twirled me hair he said you’re the prettiest girl I know.
Great. I’m going to go and cry in a corner because of perfection. Thanks.