With a flourish Luna's wings rose high in the room, nearly sweeping the ceiling with the tips of her soft feathers as they stretched free from being pinned behind their weight. She smiled from where she lay before slowly sitting up, fingers in her hair to push the tousled strands back. She looked so soft and smooth, her hair a mess from being pushed against the pillow and played with.
Luna then beamed, her smile spreading wider. "What will you do with me now, Clint Barton?"