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Honey Stark knew immediately when the quinjet had landed. Not that it wasn't hard to miss, considering how loud it was. JARVIS also informed her of the details of the mission - you know, the ones she wasn't really supposed to know.
The redhead pulled on the simplest clothing she could find and hurried to the kitchen, fishing two cans of Coke out of the fridge before making her way up to Steve's room.
The Captain was stood by the window, still in his uniform with his fists clenched either side of him. Honey slowly picked up the small rubber ball she had to this exact purpose, and threw it across the room so it bounced near him.
Steve tensed and turned to face her, he hand half way to his gun before he recognised her and slumped - looking ashamed of what he'd nearly done.
"How goes it Cap?" Honey asked casually, moving to stand next to him, pressing a can into his hand when she was.
"It could have been worse," he said, "everyone came back, and we got the stick back - finally."
"You did good Steve," Honey bumped her hip against his, "everything's going to be alright now."
"Not all of it." The soldier shook slightly, his grip tightening on the can, "There were two enhanced there, I only saw on - a girl s-she looked about your age..."
Honey reached out for him, smoothing a hand down his chest.
"JARVIS told me that a news channel chopper started following the quinjet when you hit New York air scape," she told him softl, " we could give them a show if you're feeling up to it..."
Steve chuckled softly and Honey knew he was on the mend...but he still wasn't whole, and wouldn't be for a while...