"I didn't tell him how I knew who he was," Steve assures her, because even he's not that dumb. "He probably thinks that I saw it on the news or something."

It's a dumb conversation to have when Maeve's tits are out, but she does make him feel a little reassured. She's really good at that, or maybe it's just that he can't ever feel that bad when Maeve is around. Even if her tits aren't out.

"Yeah, maybe." He smiles up at her and kisses the point of her chin, her mouth, her jaw, covering one breast with his hand and squeezing lazily as he kisses the side of her neck. "Can we stop talking about Spider-Man now?"