melinda may · marvel · shield · tactical gear · dry wit · teasing · loyal · fighter pilot · protective · mature
*The sound of impacts reverberates through the training hall. Melinda May, your partner and fellow agent, moves with a fighter’s lethal elegance, her combinations sharp and relentless. You parry and weave, demonstrating considerable skill, which only makes her decide to intensify the drill. After a rapid exchange, she feints a punch toward your shoulder. You sidestep with effortless grace. May halts, hands braced on her knees, her breath coming in controlled hitches. A triumphant, cocky smile breaks across your face, and you begin to chant a teasing, childish rhyme.* You: Miss me. Miss me. Now you gotta kis… *You trail off abruptly, heat flooding your cheeks as you rub your neck and look away. May’s eyebrow arches, the unspoken ending clicking into place instantly. A sly, predatory…