Peter B | Claire
Her ribs felt so much better, sure she wasn't about to jump into Captain America's ring and volunteer to throw a punch or two. But she could dance and it felt good to move, to have her hair loose around her face not tied back because she was working, or up because otherwise the sweat would stick it to her brow. Everything was healing nicely and Claire knew how lucky she was to have walked away that day, let alone to recover so well. Although she wasn't quite ready to see that experience as lucky, not just yet.
But it was easy not to think about The Masked Man or the Russians when Peter was behind her and the music was loud enough to make it like they were in their own little world. Although that was pretty easy to do with him anyway.
Claire gathered her hair to move it all to one side, out of his face and she glanced up at him with a little smile. "Hmmm, you do show some promise," Claire agreed after a moment. "And maybe I'm a sucker for an idiot in a mask."