* DESTROYER

IT’S  INSTINCT  TO  RELAX  ;   a surprisingly natural response to sink back into the gentle, soothing touch, as if the other woman’s fingers are enough to brush away some of the  WEIGHT  she’s been bearing for so long. It feels like years since someone last touched her without hostility, and it’s nice – she must’ve  CRAVED  it for the way her guard drops, body shifting to settle into the most comfortable position against her companion as she shovels another handful of cereal into her mouth.

She’ll let herself get FIXATED on the TV screen, still clutching the box she’s helped herself to eating from as if she owns the place – not that she’d dare call a place home. Over the years she’s come to understand that home is people, whether it’s a  FAMILY  like SHIELD or just one person who makes you feel safe. It’s their job to run head first into danger, to face death and  PAIN  in order to protect the world, but she still she wouldn’t trade this home for any other.

            “ So, you wanna take bets on who Ramsay’s gonna murder first? ”

“  YOU  DESERVE  HER.   I mean you know that, right? With everything  --  aliens and time travel and freakin’ superpowers  --  it’s like the only thing in the universe I still know to be one hundred percent true is that you guys  BELONG  TOGETHER.  It’s like that whole time -- fixed points on a line thing  ---  whatever; I don’t know what it’s called, but you’re obviously a fixed point in time. Like  FATE.  It’s who you’re meant to be  --  you guys together. ”

RESULT: THE NATURAL

You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen. Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people. You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find! People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast.

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“  BANDAGES?  ”  Not that she’s intentionally being ungrateful, but she almost had her heart set on words like aspirin or morphine or  HARD  LIQUOR  ;  something that might numb the burning pain that seems to radiate from every cut and bruise. She’s not worried about patching them up -- the wounds will clot and heal on their own with enough time; she’d just rather not  FEEL  that process. It never gets easier.  “ I was kinda hoping you were gonna say aspirin or tequila, but bandages are probably a good call. ”

“  WELL,  THE  OTHER  GUY  was a creepy, old, rich white dude in a high-tech robot suit that gave him one hell of a mean punch -- and before you ask, no, it wasn’t Tony Stark. Different rich white dude; different robot suit; exact same unfair advantage. ”  She is well-practiced by now in masking PAIN with humour, but there’s an unmistakable BITTER note to her voice; the wounds are still raw, and she is still reeling from the loss of a friend and the vision given upon his death -- the prophecy of a future she knows she can’t escape: a SHIELD agent sacrificed in flames. It felt like FATE. Her fate.  “ But at least I got to quake him in the face. ”

don’t mention deke ughhhhhhhh