log, Stark Tower: Becky L/Steve R
[The moment Becky regained consciousness, she knew.
Helena had lured her into a trap with Jonathan as bait, and as soon as her back was turned snap went the spring, closed around her, and she was caught. Stupid, and she should've known better. And, of course, the girl was nowhere to be found, just glass walls and scientists in suits who poked and prodded and sedated her when she fought back, kicking and screaming. She didn't say a word, not one, refusing to answer even the simplest of questions. She didn't even ask where Jonathan was. She was quiet, dark hair lank and death living under her skin. Becky had known, to a degree, what had been done to her... but she didn't really grasp the full depth of the situation. Yeah, people had died. A lot of people.
But there was a disconnect, somewhere. She didn't feel the things she should have felt.
Becky didn't actually know how much time had passed before the man came. She'd barely touched her food, and the gray scrubs combined with too-bright lights just made her look even more washed-out; sleep didn't come easy either, which caused dark circles to form. She just wanted out, but it didn't seem like anybody was going to be letting her leave anytime soon.
And still, no word on Jonathan.
She was seated cross-legged on the floor, staring straight ahead and away from Steve. She didn't so much as glance in his direction until he spoke, and even then it was a slow, slow thing, the turn of her head and shift of her gaze.] Yeah?