An unconventional trio

Just lean when I lean, ok?

Nova ascended the stairs with purpose, the anticipation of her outing with Bucky fueling her steps. As she rounded the corner, however, her trajectory abruptly halted as she collided with someone, her heart sinking momentarily. "Oh shit, I'm s..." she began, but the words died on her lips when she gazed up and met unmistakable green eyes.

"Move," she managed, her tone sharp, though her breath hitched at the sight of him.

His signature Loki grin spread across his face, mischief dancing in his eyes. "Good morning, darling," he cooed, his voice dripping with amusement.

"Ew," Nova deadpanned, rolling her eyes at his familiar antics.

"Such detest for only knowing someone for all of 24 hours," he retorted, his tone teasing.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Is my Aposematism showing again?" she quipped, sarcasm lacing her words as she pushed past him, not bothering to hide her disdain.

"Nova...," Loki called out, his voice trailing after her retreating figure.

She stopped in her tracks, annoyance evident in the tension of her shoulders. "Yes, asshole?" she called back, not bothering to hide her irritation.

"I'll win you over... eventually," he cooed, his voice filled with playful confidence.

Nova couldn't help but grin at his persistence, turning to face him once more. "Loki... you could be the best lay I've ever had. You could fuck me seven ways from Sunday and leave me unable to walk... and you still couldn't win me over," she shot back, her words laced with both challenge and amusement.

As Loki's mischievous grin spreads across his face, he saunters towards her with a confident swagger. "Is that a challenge?" he asks, his voice dripping with mirth. "Because I'm sure I can do it better than Barnes," he adds, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. With each step, his presence fills the hallway with an undeniable aura of charm and cunning.

With a sly grin, Nova retorts, "I'll let you know if I get desperate enough," before turning back towards her suite. As she reaches her door and closes it behind her, she lets out a frustrated sigh and tosses her bag onto the ground.

"Such an asshole," she whispers under her breath, shaking her head in disbelief. Just then, her brow furrows. She glances down, her expression morphing into one of disgust.

"Ew, seriously? You have to be THE dumbest vagina on the face of the planet. Gross. We don't like him. Stop it, we don't tingle for him!!" she scolds her body.

Nova strides over to her computer, a determined look on her face, and opens Spotify. With a swift click, she starts her favorite playlist, letting the music fill the room with its vibrant energy.

As the familiar beats pulse through the air, Nova heads into the bathroom and turns on the shower, steam quickly fogging up the mirror. She steps under the warm water, letting it cascade over her, washing away the stress of the morning.

Emerging from the shower, she wraps herself in a plush robe and towels her hair dry, the soft fabric absorbing the moisture. With practiced ease, she reaches for her beloved Hempz Cherry Blossom lotion, indulging in its sweet scent as she massages it into her skin, leaving it feeling silky smooth.

Next, Nova focuses on her makeup, enhancing her features with a touch of eyeliner and a swipe of mascara. She blow dries her hair, the warm air tousling the strands into effortless waves.

Making her way to the closet, she pulls out her go-to ensemble: shredded jeans, a black tank top, and a flannel shirt. With a quick tug, she slips into her trusty Doc Martens, completing the look with an edgy flair.