She breathes out, shaky, and leans her head into his gentle touch. "Good," she whispers. "I don't want to spend it with anyone else."

Not the free moments she gets. Even though she knows it's her duty to spend every waking second trying to get back, knowing that Fury is probably working day and night to bring her home.

She wants to steal a few of those seconds, and spend them with him, because none of this can last and that makes it all so much more precious than she's ever believed possible.