Yes, but it's not exactly Iron Man who I've gotten to know these past months. Is it?

[ she's learned about the suit, she's kicked it out of her room on more than one occasion, but ultimately she's always scratched under the red and gold to find the man beneath. needled, pulled, bothered, peeled away until there was raw human below.

there's no gentle way to explain how she damn well never kept a photo of captain america on her vanity. ]

Are you telling me that I go your whole life, in the future, without a single proper picture to put on the mantle?