She reaches up, running a finger down the middle of his chest. "Who says I was talking about you wearing the spandex?" she teases him. "I'll be Spider-Man, you can be Mary Jane."

She closes her eyes, humming contentedly at the way his hands drift over her hair. She laughs a little at that. "Oops," she says quietly, enjoying being close to him this way, enjoying this easy comfort that has developed between them over such a short period of time. She finally sits up, then stands, holding her hands out to him. "Come on. Otherwise I'm going to start believing the lab and the job is a myth," she teases him.