[...so, that was a yes. She didn't need to ask him, didn't need to hear it, she saw it on his face.
And it hurt. It hurt to know that in another world, he could be coming right after her, just at the word of a superior. It infuriated her, the way her people were treated across the board. There was never any universe where they were cut a break -- she'd thought Tony's world was lucky, thought there weren't any mutants there, but now, no, it's just people with powers.
The leather of her gloves creaked with the pressure of her grip on her chair. She wanted to reach over and throttle him, but it wouldn't make a difference, it was too late now. And the words I hope you ask next time were right on the tip of her tongue, searing and contemptuous, and not enough, wanting to hurt him as much as she hurt: Or do ya need ta practice on me?]
Goddamnit, Jim.
[She looked away.
Because she couldn't say it. She wasn't blind. She saw his face.
She wasn't an idiot - she remembered his room, she remembered his heart, she knew him.
He must have believed he was doing the right thing. But it meant nothing, intentions, as she'd said, meant nothing. All she could judge was actions. And this was a lot to weigh in the balance.]
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And it hurt. It hurt to know that in another world, he could be coming right after her, just at the word of a superior. It infuriated her, the way her people were treated across the board. There was never any universe where they were cut a break -- she'd thought Tony's world was lucky, thought there weren't any mutants there, but now, no, it's just people with powers.
The leather of her gloves creaked with the pressure of her grip on her chair. She wanted to reach over and throttle him, but it wouldn't make a difference, it was too late now. And the words I hope you ask next time were right on the tip of her tongue, searing and contemptuous, and not enough, wanting to hurt him as much as she hurt: Or do ya need ta practice on me?]
Goddamnit, Jim.
[She looked away.
Because she couldn't say it. She wasn't blind. She saw his face.
She wasn't an idiot - she remembered his room, she remembered his heart, she knew him.
He must have believed he was doing the right thing. But it meant nothing, intentions, as she'd said, meant nothing. All she could judge was actions. And this was a lot to weigh in the balance.]