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The party wasn’t an event that Karen would typically attend, but it was the first and only opportunity she had had to get close to President Doom. He was an aloof, mysterious man, but unfortunately, the party had not ended the way Karen expected. She had genuinely believed that it would be a peaceful evening, and she had expected their president to mingle with the crowd. Evidently, that had not been what happened and with the crowd going crazy at the sight of the list, Karen ducked into a nearby corner, hoping that she was safe from the chaos. She had no desire to push and shove her way out, and she had no desire to rally with Doom’s supporters and Doom’s enemies. Karen sought out the truth, it was her brand of justice, and this resembled none of it.
Breathing heavily, she was surprised when someone else joined her. They were further from the exit than most, but it seemed to her to be the safest place and it didn’t surprise her at all that someone had made the same decision. When she recognized that it was Steve Trevor, she smiled warmly. Their relationship, as she had expected, did not work out. Her heart was with Frank Castle whether she admitted it or not, but she liked to believe that she and Steve were friends regardless. “Hi,” Karen greeted, her voice raised to be heard over the panicked, angry and liberated crowd — their calls were really quite diverse. “It’s nice to see you despite the circumstances,” she added. “Um, what do you make of all… this?” In her line of work, public opinions were necessary and Karen trusted Steve’s analysis.