Chapter Ten

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Sleeping was as hard as she predicted. She had been staring at the ceiling for the past hour. Her conversation with Steve had gotten to her. After their conversation, she went to take a shower. When she came back out she quickly dressed and crawled in bed. She had tried to go to sleep, but it resulted n her tossing and turning. With a sigh, Christine got out of bed.

"I need a drink."

She slipped on her slippers that Maria had given her as a gag gift. "The pink slippers were a contrast to her personality and that's what made it amusing," she said.

Her feet shuffled on the ground as she ambled over to the bar. The majority of the debris had been cleaned, she could hear the robots still cleaning. The remaining glass still crunched underneath her feet.

She heard a sigh. Gazing ahead, someone was seated at the bar.  From their hunched position and choice of drink, she could tell who it was. Rolling her eyes, she turned to leave. By the time she had turned the person had noticed her.

"I was just about to leave."

Christine paused. She closed her eyes and debated her next move. She could leave and stare at the back of her eyes for the remainder of the night. Or she could pour herself a glass of scotch.

The latter won.

She rounded the bar and reached for the bottle Tony was drinking from. One glance at the bottle and she could tell this was expensive scotch. She reached underneath the bar and grabbed one of the only glasses that wasn't shattered. She downed it and pretended not to notice his gaze. He was hunched over, exhaustion evident. She searched his face and could see that the worry was getting to him.

In this lighting he looked ten years older than he was. She knew that the Playboy hero had something on his mind. She noticed it once they got back on the plane from Sokovia. He would still engage in his witty banter, but soon after he would become distant. It was unheard of for the man to be quiet.

He continued to stare at her as she poured herself another glass.

She rose an eyebrow at him. "Don't you know that it's rude to stare?"

He smirked before going back to  his drink. They sat in silence as they sipped from their glasses. It was a welcome silence, not one of those awkward ones. Both of them were lost in their own thoughts.

Tony cleared his throat after a moment. "You left before we were done."

"Couldn't stand the sound of y'all bitching." She said.

He nodded. "Fair enough."

Christine sipped her drink again and Tony broke the silence, again.

"I'm surprised you're not mad at me, like the others."

"What makes you think I'm not?" Christine proceeded to pour another glass. "I can have a drink with you, but still be pissed."

He was taken aback by her answer. She wasn't one to beat around the bush.

"You left before I explained myself."

"No, I left before you gave me an excuse."

Christine gauged his facial expressions and could tell he was surprised by her again. He was also hiding something. A scowl appeared on his face. She leaned against the bar and waited for his next words.

He tipped his glass back and spoke. "During New York, I thought it was over. You know? When I flew that nuke into that wormhole?"

She nodded for him to continue.

"I'm not wrong for wanting protection. I'm not sorry about that."

"I'm not asking you to be." She replied.

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