[He lets her get through it, and doesn't interrupt. She does seem to get it. He doesn't know her history, but she gets it. She wants to protect. Not fight, not get revenge, not use her power for the sake of power.]
Okay. I'm glad that's what you did. [He's quiet. But calmer about it.] That's what an Avenger would do.
[He's going to leave the question of what that makes him after five years aside. Feels more like a former title these days as it is.]
Hey. Listen. I'm not your dad. I'm not your boss. I'm your friend, okay?
[ She wipes at her eyes, and smiles as she hears those words. She can't help it, the way she craves praise and affirmation. That's how Papa raised her - and she's bad at picking up on other social cues. She will not feel appreciated, wanted or loved unless the words are specifically said to her. She can't read other cues well, if at all. ]
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Okay. I'm glad that's what you did. [He's quiet. But calmer about it.] That's what an Avenger would do.
[He's going to leave the question of what that makes him after five years aside. Feels more like a former title these days as it is.]
Hey. Listen. I'm not your dad. I'm not your boss. I'm your friend, okay?
And I'm your teammate, now.
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Friends.
[ The watery little smile is audible. ]
Teammates. We protect each other.
[ Like him and Natasha.
Right? ]