"I wish you would stop going on adventures without me," Clea says.
"I can protect myself," Christine says, slightly annoyed. "I don't need you to protect me."
"This isn't about me protecting you. This is about you nearly dying every single time you go out?"
"So what? You want me to just stay inside working? I can't do that, Clea. Besides, I'm the only one who can protect you from the Scarlet Witch."
Clea laughs. "The Scarlet Witch is dead," she says like it's some silly fairy tale. "She died five months ago."
Christine sighs. "I just don't want to stay inside all the time. I want to fight. I want to help you fight. I want to fight as much as you do."
Clea closes her eyes. "You could die. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you died."
Christine looks at her in sympathy. She walks up to Clea and gently grabs her hands. She places a kiss on Clea's forehead. "I won't die," she whispers, pressing her forehead against Clea's.
Clea nods, a lump in her throat. "Okay." She kisses Christine on the cheek. "We will fight together. Whenever you're ready."
Christine smiles and gives her another kiss on the forehead. "I'm always ready."
Clea smiles. She presses her lips to Christine's. The kiss is passionate and passionate enough to turn Clea's cheeks pink.
The kiss lingers for a few seconds before Christine pulls away, her eyes filled with admiration. She gently strokes Clea's cheeks with her thumbs.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."