'But if it was back for a while, it can come back again.' she said, still not entirely sure her own powers were gone fully. Morgana looked down, cheeks still stained red as her fingers lay against Steve's own, so much larger fingers and his device, and for a moment she thought to move her hand - it was improper, he was just her friend after all - but instead of just letting go like she should have she moved the pdc, gentle placing it on the table by the sofa, his hand gently cradled in both of hers.

He was just her friend, but so was Gwen, so was Arthur, and she had never been afraid to touch either of them before. Hell, she lay against Root like she was someone she had known her whole life and she hadn't known Root longer than she had known Steve.

It was stupid to keep him at arms length. When he spoke again she looked up, and though the concept of a scientist was still a bit uncertain to her, nevermind how they would achieve the feat of making a man extra strong, Morgana nodded. 'I think I was wrong, that sounds more like they wanted their own Achilles even if they had to make him from clay.'

'Did you defeat your Hector?' she asked, the more she spoke about Steve, the easier it was to ground herself. At any level of strength, Steve Rogers wasn't a monster. You didn't need to have the second sight to know that. He was brave, and courageous, and funny and kind, he was everything she had ever wanted Arthur to be, with few to any of Arthurs flaws, like his desire to be his fathers son no matter the cost.

So maybe unintentionally, Morgana was leaning in a little as her hands almost massaged the one hand she had of his, and maybe he was never just a friend somewhere in the back of her mind, but god she didn't care. In all her life the only people who had been this good to her were dead, or Gwen, and Gwen had suffered for staying in Camelot with Morgana, at least she hadn't caused Steve all that pain.