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Really it shouldn't have come as a surprise.

The escalating violence in New York City, alone, had confirmed to her that the world was headed in some awful direction. She was used to violence. She had grown up in its tangled clutches. But this...this was so different. Another war. Another thousand men shipped off. She understood the necessity of it, of course (or at least, that's what she told herself. It didn't seem very necessary to her, but what did she know about Communism? Not much), but it still caused an achy feeling in her chest. A true sense of dread that she hadn't been able to shake since the announcement had been made.

So she had taken most of her lunch and skipped coming in the rest of the day (Draper never asked about her if she didn't ask about him) to stroll around the park, admiring happy couples walking by, blissfully ignorant to the death and destruction the planet was spinning towards.

And it was in the park that she spied Tony Stark. That bastard.

She followed him for a long while. He seemed to be doing the same thing, meandering around the park with no particular goal in sight. She figured he would be one happy camper, seeing as this news probably meant another thirteen million in his pockets. But he seemed...distant. Almost melancholy. She was lost in a fog of questions as she followed him for almost an hour, wondering what could possibly be going on with his life for him to act like this.

As he slipped into the Tavern, she stayed behind for a few moments. She took a deep breath, reapplied her lipstick, and pretended she was completely nonchalant. She sat several barstools away from Tony, pretending she had no idea he was there, and ordered a gin and tonic. Admittedly, she couldn't help but glance at him a few times. He didn't just seem melancholy, he seemed downright distressed. Well, better now than never. She put on her best "pleasantly surprised" expression, and chirped -

"Mr. Stark?"

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