[ The frustration bites through before she turns all the way to look at him, pressing one hand on the countertop, jaw grinding, but the tension all tapers off the moment her eyes fall on Captain freaking America. The hand on the concierge desk knocks over a jar of pens and she scrambles to catch it, only for them to clatter across the floor. ]
Oh my god.
[ She straightens, eyes wide enough for the whites to be visible all the way around. ]
You're— [ And then something else settles in. Dread, awareness, perspective. Whatever it is, it's not good. They didn't just pull her out of some underground, alien city. They grabbed Captain America. ] … We are so screwed.
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[ The frustration bites through before she turns all the way to look at him, pressing one hand on the countertop, jaw grinding, but the tension all tapers off the moment her eyes fall on Captain freaking America. The hand on the concierge desk knocks over a jar of pens and she scrambles to catch it, only for them to clatter across the floor. ]
Oh my god.
[ She straightens, eyes wide enough for the whites to be visible all the way around. ]
You're— [ And then something else settles in. Dread, awareness, perspective. Whatever it is, it's not good. They didn't just pull her out of some underground, alien city. They grabbed Captain America. ] … We are so screwed.