Part 2/2.
At Karolina's request to be told the other things America's eyes dropped. Shit. Shit shit shit. Taking a moment she'd wet her lips before a long, deep inhale was taken and... The feeling of Karolina taking her hand caused the tank's gaze to raise. A forced smile was offered to the other woman but quickly disappeared as a frown emerged while she thought, and fingers wrapped around the hand that had reached out to her.
"I don't fit. Anywhere." The sentence was definite. Declarative in a way. "I don't need to fit, but... It's weird not to... Fit. To be shown how much I don't fit." This was the messiest one of her issues. The most complicated. It was shown in her straight friends, mutants, in the avengers, in space stuff.... "When I get back from the multiverse it's disorienting." The statement was unlinked from the first in her head, as if she were going through a list, and her demeanor would reflect that. The disorientation was a secret she'd kept from everyone, and honestly even hated admitting to herself. "There's too many boxes here. So much separation. Us. Them. Gay. Straight. White. Black. Magic. Mutant. Powered. Non. Alien." Another beat. "The Avengers are pissing me off." Jesus fuck that was a story all its own, and another place where she fit but not... Though, that was probably because she was willing to flip Fury the bird and go do whatever she felt was most needed at any given moment too. "There's a.... Case... PI stuff that's not settling right. It...." A pause. "It was reported as a kidnapping, but it's... Not adding up." A beat passed by. "Danvers is a mess." She'd been keeping her lingering worry for the other woman silent, but Carol seemed like a good person, and America had done what she could. She liked Carol, but... When people were hurting, desperate for a solution was when they become the most volatile, the most prone to getting lost. America would fall quiet, not seeming to know what to do next with a heavy exhale. There was the bulk of her issues, most of what was on her mind. Not everything but.... There wasn't much else that was left that wasn't... Then it hit her like a sledgehammer. The one lingering issue she'd been dealing with for over a year now and still hadn't talked about. It reflected across her face.
"Five months ago...." When they'd first started taking some time apart. "I was dealing with.... Something that... Happened. Here... But not here." America swallowed. "Someone that's here, and there... In another universe." A pause. "Was there... In another universe." The correcting stress on the past tense seemed to cause more pain. Another heavy exhale. "I'm not done with that." She didn't want to get into this, didn't know if she could, but... America was trying. She was talking.
"I.... That's it." The words were spoken as if everything she could tick off the list of issues bothering her was done, and she hadn't a clue what to do next.
"Did you..." There was a deeply insecure hesitance. Something completely foreign and unusual for America to deal with at all. "I..." The tank frowned. "Questions?" Only then did she turn a somewhat distressed gaze up to look at Karolina again. Fucking God she sucked at this.