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“You’re angry I slept with him.” Maria leans against the wall, eyes boring through your soul.
“No, you’re right, we’re adults.”
Maria is still glaring at you. You sink down to the floor--you feel empty and tired, you miss the RT node.
“It’s not fair. I don’t want to want him. But he’s like this gravity well. Every time I try to reach out for anyone else, they slip through my fingers and I get dragged in closer. It’s like I can’t escape, but if I’m being honest, I never try. Nothing is like being needed by Tony Stark.”