Beauty looked gravely at Bruce. "It isn't for you to promise me that he'll keep his word. If he's been as dreadful as you say, it will be difficult. I hope..." She paused and pressed her hands together in front of her, examining the seam they made. "I hope that he remembers. I hope he can be strong. It's an easy thing to continue to be good, when that's all you've ever been. It's far harder, and far more lonely, to change your choices and become something better."
Beauty hadn't given her handkerchief, she realized then, to the man who kidnapped her after all. She'd given it to the man she believed he could be.
"Stark Tower. I'll let her know. Thank you, Bruce." She gave the dark man a tremulous smile. "We're barely a step forward from being strangers, but I find I am glad to know you. Thank you very much, Bruce."
And with another small smile, Beauty slipped back out the way she came.