[ There's an oddly calming sensation, like a chill blanket settling down over her chest when he says what he'd rather be known for other than fighting. When she speaks she does so quietly so her voice won't carry, and while she is looking at Steve's face, she doesn't really see his features. ] You know I can't do that, Steve. [ Not that it matters, because they don't have that kind of relationship. ]
I don't know what I'd write. I might as well be talking to air.
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I don't know what I'd write. I might as well be talking to air.