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"Well, I hope the rest of the council agrees with your decision. They are listening in, aren't they?" She didn't expect a legitimate answer to her question, which was conveyed by her slowly raising from her seat. She lingered for only a second, an expression of concern flashing across her features briefly before disappearing as quickly as it came. Headed toward the door, she stopped about halfway there and turned to Banner.
"I'm not afraid of conversation either. It takes two to chat. You can express that sentiment to the rest of the team if you like." She was seemingly dissatisfied with her statement as she once again lingered a moment longer. However, she added nothing more and left Banner to his business. She couldn't tell if the evaluation went well or not. She wasn't even certain it was a genuine evaluation. Nevertheless, it was over, which meant there was nothing she could do to change it.
She figured it wouldn't take long for word to get back to Steve that she was free for conversation. And though she still wasn't exactly in a chatty mood, she thought that it was perhaps a good opportunity to take a step toward a positive fundamental personality change. If she wanted to bond with the Avengers - though she was still questioning if she did -, she would have to put forth some effort. So, she found herself wandering back to the penthouse. She hovered around the empty room, alternating between sitting and standing periodically. Biding her time by awkwardly drumming her fingers on various surfaces and extensively examining nearby objects, she was certain someone would meander in eventually.
Or perhaps they were avoiding the room intentionally, knowing that she was there. She inhaled sharply at the thought, mentally scolding herself for thinking that changing their opinions of her would be so childishly simplistic. Just as she stood up quickly to make a break for the safety of her room, she was stopped by the sound of approaching footsteps. She instinctively dropped back onto one of the nearby couches in an effort to look far less anxious. Though she wanted to return to solitary, she was certain sprinting away from whoever was coming wouldn't leave the best of impressions.
"I'm not afraid of conversation either. It takes two to chat. You can express that sentiment to the rest of the team if you like." She was seemingly dissatisfied with her statement as she once again lingered a moment longer. However, she added nothing more and left Banner to his business. She couldn't tell if the evaluation went well or not. She wasn't even certain it was a genuine evaluation. Nevertheless, it was over, which meant there was nothing she could do to change it.
She figured it wouldn't take long for word to get back to Steve that she was free for conversation. And though she still wasn't exactly in a chatty mood, she thought that it was perhaps a good opportunity to take a step toward a positive fundamental personality change. If she wanted to bond with the Avengers - though she was still questioning if she did -, she would have to put forth some effort. So, she found herself wandering back to the penthouse. She hovered around the empty room, alternating between sitting and standing periodically. Biding her time by awkwardly drumming her fingers on various surfaces and extensively examining nearby objects, she was certain someone would meander in eventually.
Or perhaps they were avoiding the room intentionally, knowing that she was there. She inhaled sharply at the thought, mentally scolding herself for thinking that changing their opinions of her would be so childishly simplistic. Just as she stood up quickly to make a break for the safety of her room, she was stopped by the sound of approaching footsteps. She instinctively dropped back onto one of the nearby couches in an effort to look far less anxious. Though she wanted to return to solitary, she was certain sprinting away from whoever was coming wouldn't leave the best of impressions.