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Stephanie Rogers’ outburst must have made the rounds quickly, because as she was heading towards where Hill was, the lower ranked agents were trying to avoid her.  It wasn’t just a careful step out of the way either, agents were actively ducking away.  Stephanie just quietly kept the feeling of embarrassment and worry to herself.  Keeping her gym towel wrapped around the back of her neck Stephanie changed into more modest gym wear.  She didn’t really feel like she had time to change into more proper SHIELD attire.  Still after the day she’s already had, Ms. Hill will hopefully give her some leeway.

As Stephanie got closer to the meeting point on the helicarrier she could hear footsteps near her, as well as spot a distinct red out of the corner of her eye.  Glancing back she saw Natasha Romanov, aka Black Widow.  She had known about the SHIELD agent for some time, very cold, calculated to an almost creepy extent.   Still Stephanie valued having someone like her watching her own back.  Even if it took some time to get over the whole Russian part.  Her brain still has some adjusting to do with that.

“Probably the mutant rally explosion stuff from earlier today.”  Stephanie suggested as she wiped a small bit of sweat from her forehead with her towel.  “Which of course resulted in me having a Hell of a day...”  after saying that Stephanie glanced over.  Smelling the sweat and plaster on Natasha, and seeing her looking pretty bad off.  “I guess we can both say that though.”  Stephanie noted.  She would’ve asked what Natasha was up too.  But she’s wise enough now to realize the Black Widow would never tell someone something like that.  Even if they’re an ally.  Though the fact she was carrying a garrote did make Stephanie a little concerned.

Dwelling on her own thoughts Stephanie finally turned to face Natasha, leaning her back against a wall.  “Natasha... I guess you’re probably not really the right one to ask but...”  Stephanie thought back to the metal armed guy she couldn’t punch.  “Have you ever not been able to attack someone?  You know you need to... but you just can’t do it?”  Stephanie shook her head, she needed to back up a little.  “I... today I was able to catch up with the guy who caused the explosion, and tried to kill the reporter later.  Guy in all black, had a metal arm with a red star on it.  I had him in my grasp but I couldn’t hit him.  Like... it felt like punching a family member or something.  I mean what do you think?”  Stephanie was struggling to make sense of her own head, especially in a way someone could understand.