America really didn't want to spend any more time in this god damn place than she needed to. The fact that she'd picked up all this extra crap to assure that Karolina had plenty to come home to was... Starting to test her patience. If she were just shopping for herself, well.. This trip would have been way shorter. When was the last time - before the last couple months - she'd spent this much time shopping for groceries? Probably.... Well.... Probably at least half a year if not a year or more.
But.... With all this stuff in the house it meant Karolina would probably happily do a bunch of cooking and... Well... Food was a weakness. As was a certain pretty alien cooking it.
However, the bruiser was met with another slew of selection in the pizza aisle as well and.... Before she didn't know which one to buy because of the variety. Now, she knew exactly what she wanted to buy but couldn't fucking find the one she wanted because of the variety. Fucking damn it. There was no winning this one.
That was until her trolley jostled and America's attention instantly snapped forward with eyes narrowed at the person who'd caused the collision and.... Wait. This was a person she knew. A series of facts ran through her head as the glare fell away. She knew this guy, he was okay.... Wait. No. That wasn't.... Damn it. Sometimes it was hard to keep things straight between the universes. The tank knew this guy, but this guy in a different universe. Which meant this version of him might....
"Look where you're going." The words were stated plainly, without anger behind them, but perhaps the most minor touch of annoyance.