America | 13
America was relieved not to have to try and explain a little more or to prove that she was being honest about it all the way she had in other conversations when she'd tried to explain where she was from and what it was like. It was a welcome change to be able to talk to someone.
"He's complicated," America admitted, because it wasn't like Loki was all bad, she knew him well enough to know that much about him, and she always hoped that he'd be more good than bad, but she knew that he often had to deal with his worst impulses and that wasn't always an easy feat.
Shaking her head America smiled just a little, "You hadn't mentioned that, it's okay though." As long as they weren't going a mile a minute she thought all of it was probably okay mostly.
"I normally can go anywhere I like," She said with a longing sigh, missing the freedom of that, "Anywhere in the multiverse, but here it's all -" She shook her head, "It doesn't matter what I do, I can't go anywhere." And this town was too small, being confined to Earth would be one thing, a whole planet to travel would be better than this, trapped in this too small space.