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thatdarncat (thatdarncat) wrote in silverage,

Selina raised her glass in a more sincere gesture, her eyelids lowering in solemn thought. She had never known what to think of the soldiers she sometimes saw passing her. They seemed like ghosts to her - probably a remnant of her few memories of her uncle, himself killed in the Korean War. She would smile at them as she passed, but thought of them not so much as fellow humans, but as symbols. It was a feeling she would have to shake herself out of, now that war was yet again on the horizon. She took a small sip of her cocktail.

Her thoughts of conquering Tony Stark as a target had all but left her, at least for tonight. Clearly robbing from him would be a real kick in the head for him, so with a quick clearing of her throat, Selina finally asked, "Would you like me to change the subject?"