Welcome to Gaia! ::

The brush of dark fingers along her skin raised goosebumps along her arm, but she sat quietly against him, enjoying the comfortable darkness, the mutual, idle run of their hands. It was warm, and comfortable, and it was exactly what she needed to keep her mind off of all the unpleasantness that had been circling through it all day. A contented hum sounded from the dainty hunter as she leaned her head back against his shoulder.

She made a face at the idea of trying to duplicate Natasha's chair a**-kicking. "Yeah, I can imagine that'd make you pretty sore." It seemed as though you'd have to work muscles that weren't meant or used to being abused in that manner. "Black widow is pretty badass," she murmured, chuckling softly under her breath. "Surrounded by all these guys with powers or super suits, and she's every bit as dangerous, without all the extra stuff." On that line of logic, Hawkeye was pretty amazing too.

She made an interest sort of noise in response to posture improvements, lips pursing thoughtfully before she grinned. "I definitely agree. There is a woeful lack for strong, kickass female leads." There was a pause, and Peyton lifted a hand to muffle a yawn against the back of her wrist, legs stretching out, toes pointing. By inches she relaxed against him again, and it was obvious the distraction of the movie and the presence of his company were doing wonders to chase away residual worries and nerves.

His skin was warm, and when she lowered her hand again she slide the pad of her thumb along the inside of his elbow before smoothing her fingers along his arm. Brawlers weren't bad, Peyton had always considered herself a bit of a brawler, but she was also quick and agile. You needed more then a strong right hook to win a fight.

"If they made a Black Widow movie I would totally watch it." Hell, maybe they were making a Black Widow movie. Who knows what had been going on out in the real world while they'd been confined to the island.