He reached out to catch her, the faceplate of the helmet popping up on a quick mental command to look at her with actual eyes. Despite the fact that the view was just the same as through the satellites, and through his helmet that it was through his own, it was still different. Perhaps it was just the fact that he wanted it to be, but he refused to acknowledge it. He constantly warred with the side of him that thought it would just be easier to succumb and become wholly the machine.
No, he wouldn't let that happen.
He lifted a hand, and opened one eye, examining it, mentally scanning, before he let it flutter back closed.
She needed medical attention. He knew she wouldn't want to go to the Hospital. They often asked too many questions, but when he reached around to try and pick her up, the glass was brought to his attention.
Dammit. He couldn't pull them out without the proper care. He picked her up gingerly, and held her in his arms, trying to avoid the shards of glass. Avengers Mansion. Much better than his damn penthouse, despite the fact that she was working for the enemy. He had a feeling that tenure wouldn't last.
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No, he wouldn't let that happen.
He lifted a hand, and opened one eye, examining it, mentally scanning, before he let it flutter back closed.
She needed medical attention. He knew she wouldn't want to go to the Hospital. They often asked too many questions, but when he reached around to try and pick her up, the glass was brought to his attention.
Dammit. He couldn't pull them out without the proper care. He picked her up gingerly, and held her in his arms, trying to avoid the shards of glass. Avengers Mansion. Much better than his damn penthouse, despite the fact that she was working for the enemy. He had a feeling that tenure wouldn't last.