ffff ij ate my tag ;_;
He chuckled lightly, bringing her palm to his lips, placing several languid kisses up to her wrist before releasing her and ducking into the shower. Let her feign disinterest, let her pretend she wasn't in the mood to baby him. He knew better than that. If she didn't like playing this game, she wouldn't have followed him to the bathroom to begin with. And it wasn't like he was going to beg her or something.
He had too much to think about anyway. It wasn't that he didn't trust her encryption abilities, but the paranoid part of his brain was still alarmed that some other agency would find out he was registered. SHIELD might not have a bounty on his head, but the FBI did. Just one misstep and Matt Murdock would be back in federal prison. And honestly, that was more threatening than anything SHIELD could hang over him.
"You getting in or not?" He asked finally, feeling around for his soap, listening to her breathing outside the shower. Always teasing him, always taking her time. He knew how lucky he was, and he was grateful for her, but that didn't mean he couldn't be as pigheaded and demanding as he always was. "Come on, Tasha, before the hot water runs out."