[It would be nice to have a friend. Have just one person in this place she can count on, someone who recognizes who and what she is and doesn't think her a monster for it. But she hadn't earned that. Can't and won't just step into someone else's shoes.
I care about you.
She can't think about that, not now. Not about the fact that they were almost something like friends, or getting there. She doesn't have the luxury, right now. Has to be practical. Instead, she collects herself, puts the mask on, though there's something to her eyes that speaks to everything going on behind it.]
Captain.
[The briefest hesitation. An unspoken thank you, maybe.]
[ Only a guess as to the depth of it. The reassuring smile he wants to give her in return becomes a grimace. He straightens up, mirroring Steve's usual Cap posture. ]
[It's not a smile, not really, and that means she doesn't have to offer one in return. It'd be a lie, anyway, and she'd rather not lie to him. There have been no lies in what she's said already, not really. So instead, she acknowledges him with a flicker of her eyes, watches as he heads for the door. And just before he leaves:]
...Be careful.
[She may not need looking after, but she gets the feeling he might. That comment about death isn't sitting right.]
[ He stops at the door, and half-turns to her. Speaking of things that don't sit right, this smile doesn't. It's crooked, like some dark shade has taken amusement and is dancing with it. ]
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Date: 2015-08-03 06:14 am (UTC)From:I care about you.
She can't think about that, not now. Not about the fact that they were almost something like friends, or getting there. She doesn't have the luxury, right now. Has to be practical. Instead, she collects herself, puts the mask on, though there's something to her eyes that speaks to everything going on behind it.]
Captain.
[The briefest hesitation. An unspoken thank you, maybe.]
Let me know what happens with the Soldier.
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Date: 2015-08-03 06:16 am (UTC)From:I will.
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Date: 2015-08-03 06:19 am (UTC)From:...Be careful.
[She may not need looking after, but she gets the feeling he might. That comment about death isn't sitting right.]
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Date: 2015-08-03 06:24 am (UTC)From:I'm always careful, Romanoff.
[ He shuts the door quietly behind him. ]