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The party wasn’t an event that Karen would typically attend, but it was the first and only opportunity she had had to get close to President Doom. He was an aloof, mysterious man, but unfortunately, the party had not ended the way Karen expected. She had genuinely believed that it would be a peaceful evening, and she had expected their president to mingle with the crowd. Evidently, that had not been what happened and with the crowd going crazy at the sight of the list, Karen ducked into a nearby corner, hoping that she was safe from the chaos. She had no desire to push and shove her way out, and she had no desire to rally with Doom’s supporters and Doom’s enemies. Karen sought out the truth, it was her brand of justice, and this resembled none of it.

Breathing heavily, she was surprised when someone else joined her. They were further from the exit than most, but it seemed to her to be the safest place and it didn’t surprise her at all that someone had made the same decision. When she recognized that it was Steve Trevor, she smiled warmly. Their relationship, as she had expected, did not work out. Her heart was with Frank Castle whether she admitted it or not, but she liked to believe that she and Steve were friends regardless. “Hi,” Karen greeted, her voice raised to be heard over the panicked, angry and liberated crowd — their calls were really quite diverse. “It’s nice to see you despite the circumstances,” she added. “Um, what do you make of all… this?” In her line of work, public opinions were necessary and Karen trusted Steve’s analysis.

When Karen met an incredible man invested in newspapers that spent hours looking through the archives, genuinely interested, it was only natural that she wanted to spend more time with him. Steve Trevor was interesting, he was excited about the world they lived in despite the darkness lurking around every corner and that was rare. Karen had to admit that from time to time, even she lost faith. She sought out honesty and truth, but within that came a very, very demented aspect. When someone confessed they were aware their neighbour had murdered someone but were afraid to confess, Karen’s stomach turned, and when someone ranted about how deeply they hated the Punisher, she recognized entitlement.

None of that mattered presently, Karen reminded herself. She was about to go on a date with Steve Trevor, someone she was excited to get to know. Already he’d been more upfront with her than Matt, more interested in who she was, and Karen was taking that as a very good sign. Truthfully, she’d been avoiding dating since she’d seen Matt potentially sleeping with another woman, and after she’d witnessed Frank, another person who she had conflicting feelings on, slaughter someone for vengeance. Strangely, Karen found it difficult to trust her own opinion on men.  

Taking a deep breath, Karen checked her appearance in the mirror once more and then entered the restaurant. It was a traditional date, but Steve Trevor seemed like a traditional man, and she didn’t mind a nice dinner with some riveting conversation. No one could complain about that! Immediately, she saw Steve sitting at a table, and she smiled brightly at him. “I’m glad you could make it,” she said. “Sorry I’m… one minute late. Will you ever forgive me? This means I’m definitely buying,” she said, lightly hugging him in greeting.