"I like it rough," she replied, leaning forward and moving her legs so she could lay on her stomach, shield sandwiched between her and the bed, giving him a much better view of her cleavage that made it obvious her nipples stayed covered by luck alone. Her feet kicked up behind her, legs crossed at the ankles, "Why don't you get into costume and meet me up on the roof."
An arm snapped out, letting a grapple hook and thin metal wire unwind, breaking the bedroom window as it sought out purchase on the building next door. Barely a single story up with the angle she could get, but enough that she could tug on it and send herself following. The hole widened by Captain America's Shield as she held it close and twisted so it would protect her from flying glass. A heartbeat later she was climbing the brink facade with claws that gouged holes in the stone.
"It's rude to keep a lady waiting, stud, so hurry up!"