[ she's quiet for a moment, considering. it's not an inherently strange thing to want — after all, even captain america got to take breaks every now and again — but it does feel strange for him. ever since they've met, his abilities and what he's able to do with them have been intertwined with who he is, not the defining characteristics but supporting ones, his speed only reinforcing his natural inclination to help others.
beyond small things (like building a bouquet of wildflowers in the blink of an eye, or hand-wringing water out of a jacket dropped into a cold pond), he's never used his abilities selfishly. not the way she would have, if she was in his shoes. he's a good person, and his speed doesn't contradict that.
so she doesn't mind that he uses his abilities to help others. she expects it. she doesn't mind if dinner is delayed or if plans have to be changed to accommodate, because saving the world is their thing. it's something they share, a calling they both aspire to, and something they both put above each other. but to hear him say that he wants this to work — and knowing, without question, that he means what lingers intangibly between them, a relationship they've never bothered to define but that they both hold especially close — and to hear him say that he feels like he needs to stop speeding to make it happen?
well. she doesn't like it, to say the least. ]
Do you think I'm going to break up with you because you're late to dinner?
[ is that what this is about? ]
Wally, I would never have let this happen if I didn't want you to be a hero. You don't think there aren't a dozen cute redheads out there without superspeed I could have chatted up at the gym?
[ okay, maybe a dozen redheads specifically is a bit of a stretch, but she hopes he gets the point. ]
If you want to slow down because you need a break, I'm never going to tell you you can't. But you don't have to do that for me. Or for us.
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beyond small things (like building a bouquet of wildflowers in the blink of an eye, or hand-wringing water out of a jacket dropped into a cold pond), he's never used his abilities selfishly. not the way she would have, if she was in his shoes. he's a good person, and his speed doesn't contradict that.
so she doesn't mind that he uses his abilities to help others. she expects it. she doesn't mind if dinner is delayed or if plans have to be changed to accommodate, because saving the world is their thing. it's something they share, a calling they both aspire to, and something they both put above each other. but to hear him say that he wants this to work — and knowing, without question, that he means what lingers intangibly between them, a relationship they've never bothered to define but that they both hold especially close — and to hear him say that he feels like he needs to stop speeding to make it happen?
well. she doesn't like it, to say the least. ]
Do you think I'm going to break up with you because you're late to dinner?
[ is that what this is about? ]
Wally, I would never have let this happen if I didn't want you to be a hero. You don't think there aren't a dozen cute redheads out there without superspeed I could have chatted up at the gym?
[ okay, maybe a dozen redheads specifically is a bit of a stretch, but she hopes he gets the point. ]
If you want to slow down because you need a break, I'm never going to tell you you can't. But you don't have to do that for me. Or for us.