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“Not a problem!” Her smile grew bright as he wiped most of the whipped cream away, but when he missed a spot, the concept of personal space was momentarily pushed aside for the desire to help. She grabbed a napkin and finished wiping the rest of his nose clean before grinning again. “There we go! Good as new.”

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He blinked a bit as she wiped his face, looking the woman in the eye as he realized she hadn’t been brought up with many social skills or just didn’t exactly have the capacity for understanding them. Knowing what that was like to a degree and wondering what her life was like, he remained patient and smiled at her. “Thank you. What’s your name? I’m Shane.”

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Her lips closed for a moment as her mind prepared to respond with her original designation, Model 6.3, but a quick second reminded her lips that she had named herself! “Eden,” she said, voice raised slightly in excitement. “I call myself Eden.”

#russkiyuragan #|| ic.#|| v. (tbd)

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“Oh! You have some whipped cream on your NOSE. Just there!”

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Shane blinked and looked at the woman before wiping his nose with a laugh. He’d been lost in his thoughts. “Thank you.”

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“Not a problem!” Her smile grew bright as he wiped most of the whipped cream away, but when he missed a spot, the concept of personal space was momentarily pushed aside for the desire to help. She grabbed a napkin and finished wiping the rest of his nose clean before grinning again. “There we go! Good as new.”

#russkiyuragan #|| ic.#|| v. (tbd)

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“Oh! You have some whipped cream on your NOSE. Just there!”

#russkiyuragan #|| ic.#|| v. (tbd)#//idk -throws a thing at u-

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“Oh, you DID!” In her defense, she only spent one year with her creator, and he never had too bad an injury in that time. “I don’t have X-RAY VISION, but the symptoms definitely align with a break. But DON’T WORRY! Humans heal, not well enough to regrow limbs, but your bones will be OKAY!!”

#habdenburg #|| ic.#|| v. (tbd)#//eden... eden pls. he needs to go to a hospital bby

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@habdenburg from (x)

“Okay, because I’ve been talking to some people, and, if love is feeling a strong connection to and compassion for someone and wanting to spend more time with them and wanting to get to know them better, I think I’ve loved everyone I talk to.”

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“…You mean platonically. That makes more sense. Yeah, it’s possible. If we’re talking friend love, then there’s no limit to how many people you can love. Romantically, I’m not sure, but that’s just because I haven’t had a ton of experience in that sort of thing.”

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Platonic. It’s a word she understands, down to the language of origin with a simple search through her databases, and romantic is the same. But the idea that love could have such drastically different meanings depending on who you apply it to makes much less sense. “What’s the difference? How can you tell which is which?”

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“Okay, because I’ve been talking to some people, and, if love is feeling a strong connection to and compassion for someone and wanting to spend more time with them and wanting to get to know them better, I think I’ve loved everyone I talk to.”

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After so many years as a spy, she’s gotten very good at noticing when someone is paying a little too much attention to her. Often she can write it off as attraction, there are certain expressions and patterns of body language to go along with that. But recognition looks different, and recognition is what this stranger’s face suggests. Natasha sits down across from her.

“Have we met?”

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The first time she recognized the woman, she thought maybe it was an error. So she rebooted her facial recognition program and spent a few moments staring into her hot chocolate while she waited for it to load. The program confirmed itself, and Eden kicked herself for doubting it in the first place. Literally, she gave her shin a very small kick.

And then the woman, the Black Widow, made her way over and Eden started to wonder if she had done something wrong. Something that would be deserving of an Avenger’s attention.

“Nope, no, not at all.”

#girlshavesharpteeth #|| ic.#|| v. (main)

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Maybe, just maybe, she’s confused.

REBOOT: >SOFTWARE >VISUAL >FACIAL RECOGNITION_

Her gaze goes blank for a few seconds as she stretches other processes to remember that the face before hers is the man she’s talking to.

INITIALIZING… READY!

It only takes two seconds, and the program scans his features all over again, then her smile’s back.

“No, YOU’RE Captain America.”

Maybe if she had access to SHIELD files she would remember his identity is SECRET, but all she has right now is the internet connection of your average cell phone.

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The way she stares at him is nothing short of disconcerting, and worry begins to bubble up at her continued insistence that he is, in fact, Captain America. No one outside of SHIELD should know about his identity, unless they were able to hack the databanks. Glancing around, he leans in, his voice low. “Alright, ma’am. Let’s say, for the sake of the argument, that I am Captain America. How would you have come across that information?”

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He leans in and whispers to her, and Eden follows suit, pushing up on tiptoe to cover a bit more of the foot between them, her voice dropping as well. “The newsreels. And YouTube. I recognized your face.” If she’s supposed to explain further than that, she doesn’t seem to think of it. Can’t anyone recognize a face when they see it? Isn’t that why her creator gave her facial recognition?

“Oh!” But she does realize she’s forgetting something. “I call myself Eden. It’s nice to meet you, Captain.” She even holds her right hand out to him.

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“A hot foot?” She’s installed a LOT of colloquialisms, but leave it to Shea to use the ones she doesn’t recognize. She understands the context clues pretty quickly, though, the I of AI kicking in. “Oh, Shea, don’t. He doesn’t deserve that kind of energy being WASTED on him.”

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“Yeah, you’re right.” But that doesn’t stop them from flicking an ember at the back of the guy’s shirt when he turns around. Satisfaction hits when Shea hears the yelp from behind them, and a smug little grin spreads across their lips. “Ah promise, that barely took any energy. Prob’ly thinks someone flicked a smoke at him.”

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Eden tries not to laugh, she swears she does, but there’s a certain level of SATISFACTION in the yelp that she wasn’t expecting. She tries to minimize the laughter, though, by grabbing Shea’s arm near the elbow and squeezing. “Don’t do it again,” she whispers. “It’s not his fault he’s ignorant.”

#likerumonafire #|| ic.#|| v. (tbd)

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“Do people tell you that very often? How can you tell CAPTAIN AMERICA he looks like SOMEONE ELSE?”

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Shit. How did she know? “I wish I were Captain America. That guy gets to pal around with the Avengers…Although that suit of his is a little much.”

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Maybe, just maybe, she’s confused.

REBOOT: >SOFTWARE >VISUAL >FACIAL RECOGNITION_

Her gaze goes blank for a few seconds as she stretches other processes to remember that the face before hers is the man she’s talking to.

INITIALIZING... READY!

It only takes two seconds, and the program scans his features all over again, then her smile’s back.

“No, YOU’RE Captain America.”

Maybe if she had access to SHIELD files she would remember his identity is SECRET, but all she has right now is the internet connection of your average cell phone.

#iknowwhatitcosts #|| ic.#|| v. (tbd)