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Tony Stark had been close, close enough for either of them to take out - or to attack together. They had so few opportunities to run into him, particularly now. He did not like the idea of hiding from HYDRA, knowing that they were on the run - it would be so much easier to defeat their enemies than to hide from them, especially with such powers at their disposal. He had managed to throw off multiple HYDRA agents before even breaking Wanda out. Why should they wait? “He was there. We could have ended this.” And, finally, a weight released from their shoulders, one he would feel until Tony Stark felt the same pain he had. 

            “A lot is on my mind actually --- sorry.” It’s been a rough week; Lucy ending up in the hospital, without any word or reason as to why or what was wrong with her, and not getting any information about where she’d been before returning home and collapsing? Sabine wasn’t nearly as much of a mess as her best friend right now, but it was a pretty close race. Sleep deprived, trying to take care of Jacinda “No need for me to say things that don’t make any sense, I guess.”

     “No matter the outcome here, you know this won’t be the last fight, right Steve?” He was ready, gun in hand, a new arm (thanks to Shuri and Wakanda), and a determination to redeem himself. Not that even saving the universe (potentially) would erase or fix any of the damage he had caused. “It seems we’re destined to fight forever.”

      “I am Groot?” He’s fascinated, definitely, but it isn’t the first time he’s been, more or less, sent by Rocket to examine someone’s prosthesis. Usually, he’d finagle some way into getting it, but Groot liked the former-assassin. “I am Groot?”

     “You do not seem scared of me.” It’s a strange sensation, meeting someone that was not afraid of her, though not unwelcome. She hated the feeling of people’s fear surrounding her, though she knew she couldn’t control what other’s thought or felt (well, technically, she could, but she wouldn’t, since that wouldn’t really help). It was a nice change. “Are you not?”

      And he never expected to survive. He had done that as a sacrifice play. Waking up in the hospital, a hospital, who knows where, is a shock to his system, and his increased speed causes him to jerk away easier, even when injured. His breathing is quick, and his heartrate speeds up for a moment, before he looks over and sees her. “You are okay.” It’s a relief - he would have died if she had, been completely heartbroken if Wanda had not made it out of Sokovia safely. She was stronger than he was. She could survive without him. He could not live without her. “You are, right?” 

[ ✉ → pepper ] If you wanted to see someone that beats Tony at his own game, you just have to look in a mirror.  [ ✉ → pepper ] That was your FIRST impression? I must have lived down to your expectations.