["Please don't," dies on her lips. It didn't make a difference the last time. She knows he's right and she hates it; for a flickering hot second, she hates all of them, the people who did this, people who need him, her stupid superhero boyfriend, and herself because she's just going to let him go through with this. Because he is right. She knows being an Avenger is a part of his life now, and most of the time she's only proud of him for it, but she'd hoped this weekend was going to be a lot slower than it's turning out to be.]

We don't know if- But if they're targeting you, you don't know what else might be involved. [And he knows that too. And it doesn't matter. So it has to not matter to her too. She forces herself to pull away, to stand on her own and away instead of dragging him bodily from the building.]

The generator [are there generators?! why is this your life?] I don't think they'll be inside the room if they, if they thought you would be. We should find it. Them. [A hopeless gesture in the dark.] I wish we had a flashlight. Do you think you can listen for something like that?