[Her shoulders go a little stiff at the hug, but she doesn't try to throw him off. She just looks away, at the far, red, red wall.]
It wasn't just...some other version of myself, [she starts, so slowly it's like she's debating talking at all.] That was me. That was me, back then. Before SHIELD.
[She pushes hair out of her face and stands again, pacing away. She doesn't hold herself, because it makes her feel fragile, just keeps her hands in fists, tight at her sides.]
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Date: 2012-10-30 05:31 pm (UTC)It wasn't just...some other version of myself, [she starts, so slowly it's like she's debating talking at all.] That was me. That was me, back then. Before SHIELD.
[She pushes hair out of her face and stands again, pacing away. She doesn't hold herself, because it makes her feel fragile, just keeps her hands in fists, tight at her sides.]
I was going to kill Steve.