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[worthallthis]

He nods soberly, taking in her face again, now that he's asked. He might never see it again. "And I won't take anyone's choices from them," he agrees. "Not ever. I just. Wanted to ask."

He pauses, then adds, "I told Steve a little. Not much, but a little."

[red_parade]

"I know," she says softly, gently, even. She does. Not him. Not after what he's been through.

Of course, she's just as unsurprised to find that he's told Steve some. That Steve was willing to listen. "He'd have told you yes," she murmurs, with a wry little smile. "Maybe just to buck whatever happened if he didn't like the outcome."

Again, she does feel that pang, that want to know - but it's easier to suppress than it had been even a moment ago. You never know what's going to happen. You're not supposed to know.

"Whatever did happen, I'm glad you came out the other side of it."

[worthallthis]

"He needs hope," is what B says, a little wearily. But that's all he'll say, the closest thing to a hint he'll give, since Natasha hadn't wanted to know. God, he can't even tell her he misses her, because that would be another hint. A strong one.

He can't even say that he's necessarily glad he made it out the other side. The smile he brings up is pretty pathetic, and he says, "I wish you were here. In my timeline. With the changes I made. We're pretty good friends, you know."

[red_parade]

That's maybe the truest phrase she's heard about Steve in a while. "He does," she agrees, and is fine with leaving it at that. After all, if Steve has hope, then he can pass it along to the rest of them. That's sort of how it works, really.

She smiles at that, though. "Are we? That sounds - nice, actually." It does. She can even imagine it. She probably shouldn't, not until this is over and dealt with, but hey. It's food for thought.

And so is the idea of being there. "I think I have to give here a chance, first," she finally decides, eyes on his. There's a plan, and there's a mission. But if it doesn't go well... maybe she always likes having a key to some back door in her pocket.

"But you never know. This is twice, we've talked now. Maybe the third time'll be the charm."