Steve had been a saint to Morgana, so much so that she'd spent at least a week or two wondering how full of shit he was and when the other shoe would drop. But aside from him being stupid enough to barge through an unlocked door because he didn't ask before slamming his shoulder into it, in Morgana's experience, there had been no other shoe.
She had watched him jump through the ranks, while she barely rose and he remained her friend, he remained just Steve. Foolish, maybe, foolhardy, definitely. But always just Steve with his easy smile and steady voice.
And a man who listened to Morgana without reservations because she was a woman. No one did that back home, at least not often.
She didn't explain any of that, though, it all seemed to be so blatant and obvious to her that surely his friend from home wouldn't need the explanation.
When Tony asked her what she'd done, the colour in her cheeks went from a mild pink to a deep red. She swallowed, now looking at their hands where they lay together on the table.
'I mean it doesn't matter, really, he doesn't... It's never going to happen again. I was upset and misjudged a moment but he made it perfectly clear for me.' that wasn't quite true, and though she doesn't say what it was it wouldn't be hard to guess from her reaction but honestly she hadn't regretted anything so much as she did that span of heartbeats in Steves room.
Not because she hadn't wanted to kiss him. Lord only knows the thought had crossed her mind before but there had never been the thought that he might kiss her back while refusing to touch her. Morgana honestly didn't know what to make of that, or why it twisted uncomfortably in her gut. Not the rejection so much as how easy it would've been to keep kissing him and how sure she was he would've let her... all the while not wanting it. Not really.
'Turns out, my people reading skills are a few mountain ranges off from being correct.' and she had felt half sick about it since, even though they had gone straight back to talking like nothing had occurred and so far as she could tell their friendship was barely even chipped. 'Apparently being kind to me makes me stupid.'
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She had watched him jump through the ranks, while she barely rose and he remained her friend, he remained just Steve. Foolish, maybe, foolhardy, definitely. But always just Steve with his easy smile and steady voice.
And a man who listened to Morgana without reservations because she was a woman. No one did that back home, at least not often.
She didn't explain any of that, though, it all seemed to be so blatant and obvious to her that surely his friend from home wouldn't need the explanation.
When Tony asked her what she'd done, the colour in her cheeks went from a mild pink to a deep red. She swallowed, now looking at their hands where they lay together on the table.
'I mean it doesn't matter, really, he doesn't... It's never going to happen again. I was upset and misjudged a moment but he made it perfectly clear for me.' that wasn't quite true, and though she doesn't say what it was it wouldn't be hard to guess from her reaction but honestly she hadn't regretted anything so much as she did that span of heartbeats in Steves room.
Not because she hadn't wanted to kiss him. Lord only knows the thought had crossed her mind before but there had never been the thought that he might kiss her back while refusing to touch her. Morgana honestly didn't know what to make of that, or why it twisted uncomfortably in her gut. Not the rejection so much as how easy it would've been to keep kissing him and how sure she was he would've let her... all the while not wanting it. Not really.
'Turns out, my people reading skills are a few mountain ranges off from being correct.' and she had felt half sick about it since, even though they had gone straight back to talking like nothing had occurred and so far as she could tell their friendship was barely even chipped. 'Apparently being kind to me makes me stupid.'