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              THE LOOK OF DISMAY ON THE YOUNGSTER’S FACE WAS CLEARER THAN WORDS COULD BE, hence Rey made  no  attempts to verbally express herself, trusting her facade would do the initial talking.   Refusing  to put away the object she had grabbed        using it as a makeshift staff        to protect herself with, Rey’s feet were  firmly  positioned on the ground.

a week. it’s been a week since berlin. since siberia. since rhodey feel from the sky and tony’s entire life was turned upside down. not long enough to recover -- bruises still litter his face and body. as for the emotional scars... well, it still hurts too much to be called a SCAR. 

he’s decided to move to the compound, permanently. it will never be his sole residence but there are so few avengers left now. he and pepper aren’t living together again, not yet. soon, he thinks, but not yet. and rhodey will be out of the hospital soon -- and then tony can be here for him. it’s the LEAST he can do. 

and so tony’s wandering the hallways, trying to decide which laboratory to claim as his. trying not to think about how EMPTY this place feels now. ( if it feels empty, that just means he has to find more people to fill it. ) it’s there that he almost bumps into roxy; the first time he’s seen her since berlin. it’s something of a relief to see that she’s okay ( there’s no reason for her not to be, but god, the rest of this team is in pieces. ) it’s almost a surprise to see that she’s still here -- when so many others have left. but he’s glad. 

around the wrists, over the knuckles, laced between the pinky, the ring, the middle, and the pointer, and back around. the meticulous ritual always proved to center carol, whether she was prepping for a fight or had wandered to a gym deserted to sweat out her stress. this proved the latter where the clock inched past midnight, the SHIELD issue gymnasium devoid of its usual buzz. in many ways, carol was thankful for the solace, resigned to thoughts that would overwhelm her before her muscles fatigued.

she clacked her tongue against the bottom of her mouth, the wet splat echoing in the great chamber where she stood center ring. a bag wouldn’t busy her might like a spar would, she decided, stretching in place to see who on her roster she could convince to meet her here in the middle of the night when the wheezed groan of double doors caught her attention. without pausing, carol started forward, leaning expectantly against the ropes, a grin already plastered on her face as she called out to the unsuspecting agent.           ❛   hey !  i need a sparring partner.   ❜