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[agentx13]

Dinner's a Chinese take-out spread.

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[agentx13]

Steve. [ Her voice is muffled against his shirt, but she doesn't move away. She doesn't move at all. She doesn't know why, but she's exhausted now, her eyes burning and her limbs listless. And she hates to admit it, but Steve... He's... He feels good. Solid. Real and warm and non-threatening. The more they stand here like this, the more comfortable it gets. ]

Shut up.

[ She continues to lean against him, turning her head so she can hear his heartbeat. Feeling him against her is good, but hearing his heartbeat is better. It's strong and steady. She might not share his ideals or his super-strength, but she still appreciates how strong and steady he is.

She finally pulls away, looking up at him before glancing away. Because it's just occurred to her that she's spent the past several, what, minutes? Hitting him, crying against him, and then nearly falling asleep. She clears her throat and self-consciously brushes off his shirt in case she wrinkled it somehow, unaware that her aunt once made a similar gesture for different reasons. ]

It- It isn't your fault. I didn't want you saving me, so I didn't tell you. I was stupid.

I just don't always remember that before trying to beat the crap out of people who deserve it.

Apparently, it's normal.

[ PTSD: The normal crazy. ]