[for Tony] off I go
Feb. 15th, 2012 10:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
daretodoThe Scrapyard's on the way.
It's the biggest reason I make the detour after my shortened session with Cap; eager as I am to get back to MJ for a few hours, eager as I am to make sure she hasn't up and vanished while I was gone -- and I am an eager beaver for both, I assure you -- I can't in good conscience just run right by Tony and not give him the news. Gossip travels too quickly around these parts, and I'll be damned if he hears this from somebody else. Because even though she isn't be the girl he remembers, she's important. If not to him, then definitely to me. And after everything that's happened, a bit of good news won't hurt, complicated as it is.
I just have to believe that Steve was right about what he said. Terrified as I am about her being here, knowing that there's so much I can't protect her from and that there's every chance she could disappear at any moment, I shouldn't be afraid to be happy about it... When I'm not too busy feeling guilty.
Ducking past the wolves with a few "niiiiice doggies" and some leftovers from lunch, I stride inside, eyes peeled for Tony amongst the scrap.
"Anybody home?"
It's the biggest reason I make the detour after my shortened session with Cap; eager as I am to get back to MJ for a few hours, eager as I am to make sure she hasn't up and vanished while I was gone -- and I am an eager beaver for both, I assure you -- I can't in good conscience just run right by Tony and not give him the news. Gossip travels too quickly around these parts, and I'll be damned if he hears this from somebody else. Because even though she isn't be the girl he remembers, she's important. If not to him, then definitely to me. And after everything that's happened, a bit of good news won't hurt, complicated as it is.
I just have to believe that Steve was right about what he said. Terrified as I am about her being here, knowing that there's so much I can't protect her from and that there's every chance she could disappear at any moment, I shouldn't be afraid to be happy about it... When I'm not too busy feeling guilty.
Ducking past the wolves with a few "niiiiice doggies" and some leftovers from lunch, I stride inside, eyes peeled for Tony amongst the scrap.
"Anybody home?"