[ the rest of the tension leaves him, and with each passing moment, karen feels more and more settled. more and more confident in the fact she hasn’t done, or said, whatever it was that logan was most afraid of. she’s not entirely sure what he was waiting for her to do, or say, or be, but he doesn’t jerk away from her hands on him, so she assumes it’s not this.
his fingers relax, and she shifts her hands just a marginal amount, her grip on his hand not firmer, exactly, but more complete. like she wants to keep her hands there, wants to keep holding his.
i heal fast. she blinks, sitting up a little as she watches the blades slip back into his hand. she notices that he doesn’t pull his hand out of her’s as he does it, so she also doesn’t pull away. keeps herself leaned forward, holding onto his. she’s aware of it, the heat he gives off, how humid the room is still, but part of her is afraid to move.
we don’t exist in your world, do we?
her brow furrows, though not negatively. more thoughtful. we? she thinks about the avengers, the aliens who invaded and destroyed half of new york. she thinks about ultron, and europe, meeting someone from sokovia only a couple of weeks ago. ]
You mean like superheroes? [ her head tilts, briefly, before she shakes her head. whether she means it or not, she thinks about matt. about frank. ] No, we have those.
[ that’s not what he means, but she doesn’t know that.
though, a moment later, the corner of her mouths turn upward. a soft, small smile. somehow, logan being a superhero is one of the most unsurprising things that has happened to her since she woke up in that med tent. ]
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his fingers relax, and she shifts her hands just a marginal amount, her grip
on his hand not firmer, exactly, but more complete. like she wants to keep her hands there, wants to keep holding his.
i heal fast. she blinks, sitting up a little as she watches the blades slip back into his hand. she notices that he doesn’t pull his hand out of her’s as he does it, so she also doesn’t pull away. keeps herself leaned forward, holding onto his. she’s aware of it, the heat he gives off, how humid the room is still, but part of her is afraid to move.
we don’t exist in your world, do we?
her brow furrows, though not negatively. more thoughtful. we? she thinks about the avengers, the aliens who invaded and destroyed half of new york. she thinks about ultron, and europe, meeting someone from sokovia only a couple of weeks ago. ]
You mean like superheroes? [ her head tilts, briefly, before she shakes her head. whether she means it or not, she thinks about matt. about frank. ] No, we have those.
[ that’s not what he means, but she doesn’t know that.
though, a moment later, the corner of her mouths turn upward. a soft, small smile. somehow, logan being a superhero is one of the most unsurprising things that has happened to her since she woke up in that med tent. ]