alexei - the armory is clean .

he could start clearing the top shelves — where she can’t reach without a stool .

ammo , and ammo ... — it’s not cute alexei — it’s a pain .

“ huh ? “ melina looked up form a box of electric components . “ oh , that’s — “ she blushed ever so faintly , “ — nothing , it doesn’t work anymore , i’m sure - put it back ? “

“ really ? — it’s probably an old thing the girls found - alexei ,” she mumbled , pretending to focus on a set of blades .

melina’s head shot up and she glared at him . “ first of all — that’s not how it happened —— “

“ what — no — i mean — i ( didn’t ) say that ! “ she stuttered and got up , to take the gun but she couldn’t reach the shelf without the stool that was behind him ... “ that’s not how I remember it ! “

she avoided his eyes and went to get the stool . “ y — yes — i remember saving you too . “

she climbed up and picked it up. “ that’s an american weapon , “ she whispered , running her finger on the barrel .

“ i was hurt , “ she remembered in a whisper , staring in front of her , at the wall while trying to piece her memories together .

the woman grinned and shook her head . “ i still want to keep it, “ she whispered, squinting at the gun .

“ for the memories ! “ she replied — smacking the top of his head lightly — because , on a stool , she’s taller than he is .

she sighed as she looked at the gun again and carefully placed it on the side of the shelf , in a corner where it would be safe . “ i’m surprised you remember —- “

“ ages ago ,” she chuckled and pressed a kiss on his forehead - because for once she can reach — and then, she jumped down the stool .

“ what’s the matter with that ? “ she grinned and cupped his face to gently run her thumb over his cheekbone .

“ i made my peace with that a long time ago — “

he’s going to be a cute old man !

his words not hers !

it is : adorable ... !

it is , she will give him a kiss ...!