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I'm here. That's what he said. Cora's eyes narrowed ever so slightly at that as a reflex. What did he mean by that? That was the only thing she got hung up on for a moment. The rest was the usual 'concerned' garbage Steve would toss her way every handful of days. Except it wasn't Steve. And it wasn't garbage. And she didn't feel so immediately compelled to shrug it off. And, for a moment, she thought that maybe she didn't need to say a word for Tony to understand it all.
But, then he glanced away and she was able to stop holding her breath. How was she supposed to admit that no matter how close she got to the Avengers, no matter how safe she felt, no matter how many times she had to tell herself to stop worrying there would always be a tiny part of her waiting to be stabbed in the back? How could she say that the one thing she wants so desperately to know is the thing that terrifies her beyond belief? How was she supposed to tell him that a journal and a few sheets of paper might change everything she had built herself to be?
She couldn't. So, she didn't. She offered a nervous chuckle at his comparison between himself and Steve before stumbling out of the hologram with a childish clumsiness. Her eyes scanned over the undiscernable blob several times before her glance darted to Tony. Nudging him gently with her shoulder to elicit his gaze, she flashed a grin.
"I'm fine," She answered shortly in a surprisingly chipper tone. "And, what about you? What are you hiding?"
She plucked the tablet from his hands, stepping away from him quickly and avoiding the hologram as if it were a physical object now. Mumbling a series of 'uh-huh's, 'mhm's, and 'I see's, she acted as though she understood even a single thing she saw on the screen as she steadily increased her pace to keep a small distance from Tony's reach.
But, then he glanced away and she was able to stop holding her breath. How was she supposed to admit that no matter how close she got to the Avengers, no matter how safe she felt, no matter how many times she had to tell herself to stop worrying there would always be a tiny part of her waiting to be stabbed in the back? How could she say that the one thing she wants so desperately to know is the thing that terrifies her beyond belief? How was she supposed to tell him that a journal and a few sheets of paper might change everything she had built herself to be?
She couldn't. So, she didn't. She offered a nervous chuckle at his comparison between himself and Steve before stumbling out of the hologram with a childish clumsiness. Her eyes scanned over the undiscernable blob several times before her glance darted to Tony. Nudging him gently with her shoulder to elicit his gaze, she flashed a grin.
"I'm fine," She answered shortly in a surprisingly chipper tone. "And, what about you? What are you hiding?"
She plucked the tablet from his hands, stepping away from him quickly and avoiding the hologram as if it were a physical object now. Mumbling a series of 'uh-huh's, 'mhm's, and 'I see's, she acted as though she understood even a single thing she saw on the screen as she steadily increased her pace to keep a small distance from Tony's reach.