[ quiet agreement. kate crosses her arms. it's not that she doesn't trust him anymore (although she doesn't). it's more a problem of not knowing which him to even begin trying to trust. although she'd met rogue's explanations with composed acceptance, the true problem of an alternate reality starts to sink into her understanding now that it affects a legitimate personal connection of her very own.
she raises her chin -- and makes certain that he can see her in the artificial lighting. ]
How do I know you're him? My Clint. From my world.
[ -- the scene looks ridiculous 'cause she's got all these shopping bags hanging off her crossed arms. but kate's expression is dead serious. ]
no subject
[ quiet agreement. kate crosses her arms. it's not that she doesn't trust him anymore (although she doesn't). it's more a problem of not knowing which him to even begin trying to trust. although she'd met rogue's explanations with composed acceptance, the true problem of an alternate reality starts to sink into her understanding now that it affects a legitimate personal connection of her very own.
she raises her chin -- and makes certain that he can see her in the artificial lighting. ]
How do I know you're him? My Clint. From my world.
[ -- the scene looks ridiculous 'cause she's got all these shopping bags hanging off her crossed arms. but kate's expression is dead serious. ]