Tasha shakes her head, keeping her arm clamped over the wound. It's only bleeding so much because of adrenaline. "I'm fine." She nods, finally having a moment to look him over. He's the ways he was when she first met him, physically, but those fears of the core traits that made him the perfect super solider candidate being lost somehow if the serum is gone are still nagging her.
"How are you?" She can't move her damaged arm or the one holding the wound, so she leans her forehead against his. "Everything how it should be?"
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Date: 2012-07-16 05:09 pm (UTC)From:"How are you?" She can't move her damaged arm or the one holding the wound, so she leans her forehead against his. "Everything how it should be?"