[She's dragged him into her home, cried on him, made him cry too, and she still wouldn't want anything else. She has him now - she'll keep him safe, even though there isn't really any way for her to do that. She'll find a way. She'd fistfight Captain America now if he showed up at her door. She would kick the Army's collective ass. Instead she rubs circles into his back and pets his neck and just keeps hanging on, keeps him pinned to her couch and murmurs comfort into his hair. It's repetitive, a soft litany she has to force past the tightness in her throat. She's not even sure he's listening, but she doesn't need him to listen, just to let her keep him.]
You didn't- [clears her throat] you didn't deserve to be hurt. You didn't do anything wrong. You don't have to believe it, you don't have to be okay, but don't cry, Bruce. My one. My love. I've got you. Don't cry.
[The effect is a little ruined because she thinks she might be crying now too. The emotions she had on hold are finally trickling back in, but how furious she is with the world for using him is secondary and distant; it just makes her cling to him more ferociously. She only wants to be here with him now, when she couldn't have been before.]
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[She's dragged him into her home, cried on him, made him cry too, and she still wouldn't want anything else. She has him now - she'll keep him safe, even though there isn't really any way for her to do that. She'll find a way. She'd fistfight Captain America now if he showed up at her door. She would kick the Army's collective ass. Instead she rubs circles into his back and pets his neck and just keeps hanging on, keeps him pinned to her couch and murmurs comfort into his hair. It's repetitive, a soft litany she has to force past the tightness in her throat. She's not even sure he's listening, but she doesn't need him to listen, just to let her keep him.]
You didn't- [clears her throat] you didn't deserve to be hurt. You didn't do anything wrong. You don't have to believe it, you don't have to be okay, but don't cry, Bruce. My one. My love. I've got you. Don't cry.
[The effect is a little ruined because she thinks she might be crying now too. The emotions she had on hold are finally trickling back in, but how furious she is with the world for using him is secondary and distant; it just makes her cling to him more ferociously. She only wants to be here with him now, when she couldn't have been before.]