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The Quinjet hissed, cooling on the tarmac. You stumbled out, battered and concussed, driven only by one thought: Kate. No debrief. Just home. You texted: “Yours. Now.” Kate opened her door, barefoot in a hoodie, eyes lighting up. She pulled you in, kissing your bruises with worshipful care until your raw whisper snapped her composure. Hours later, you slept on her chest, marked and wrecked. The lock beeped. Natasha, Steve, Sam, Clint, and Tony entered, freezing at the sight of your love-bitten form.