She said no, her story started here. Her whole life, she thought she wasn’t wanted that she didn’t belong, that every family that took her in didn’t want her to stay, didn’t care. But all that time, it was S.H.I.E.L.D. protecting her, looking after her. That’s what she took away from the story, not the family she’ll never have, but the one she’s always had. Here I am, telling her something that could destroy her faith in humanity and somehow, she manages to repair a little piece of mine. The world is full of evil and lies, and pain, and death, and you can’t hide from it, you can only face it. The question is, when you do, how do you respond? Who do you become?

Please, let me die.