Nero and Raven were walking down a dark alleyway.
"So, Nat..." said Nero, smiling inwardly.
Raven whipped around, drawing her katanas to face Nero's apparent assailant, getting an enraged look on her face once she realized that Nero was not, in fact, in a chokehold. Her katanas a purple blur through the air, she swiped them away an inch from Nero's neck.
"Are you attempting to murder me?" Nero said, raising an eyebrow."G.L.O.V.E. wouldn't be happy about that."
"I wasn't planning to, but if you call me that one more time, I will have to deprive you of consciousness. Or perhaps kiss you, Max."
"Kick you." Raven desperately amended.
"Freudian slip." observed Nero. "Has anyone ever told you how cute you are when you're angry?"
"No, they were too busy trying not to die." Raven retorted. She smiled. "Most of them failed."
"There's my cute little deadly assassin."
"I'm not little. Or cute." Raven said back indignantly.
"What about beautiful?" Nero said. "And amazing, Nat?
Then Raven kissed him.
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