She thought more of them, than that. Tony had his own twisted honor, Steve's bled red and blue. She thought the innocent might not wish to be avenged in blood, but Pepper didn't say anything about that.
She watched him rise, and she thought the trade of secrets made it seem more sordid, somehow. "I think I prefer my secrets freely given," she said quietly, and her blue eyes were not difficult to read. "Will I know I'm coming back to report things, or will I think you're inviting me for lunch because you want to know me?" The blue gaze was steadfast.
"I believe you." And she did. She didn't think he would be quite so ruthless if it was not for a cause; he felt things, guilt, he wasn't a sociopath. So it was simply that the weight of what he thought was best outweighed her own. Pepper slid back her chair, rose in the impossibly high heels in a movement that was both efficient and graceful.
"You know, you've not even considered that they'll tell me nothing."