She turned back around towards him very slowly, the gaze of hers frigid even as he turned his back towards her and surely he would feel it as it penetrated whatever exterior he'd been forced to throw up around him.
"Maybe someday I will, Mr. Stark," she observed, her words just as cold as that emerald gaze of hers. "But it won't be today...and it won't be tomorrow...and it likely won't be the day after that, either. I was reckless enough to hold my heart out to you, trusting you to take care of it...and you didn't. You broke it. And that's not something that a person can just 'get over'. At least...not for a person that actually has a heart to break."
She recalled the small gift that she'd given to him. Just a little "token of affection" from her. His old arc reactor..with the words "Proof that Tony Stark has a heart" engraved around the perimeter of it. Yet another sign of her girlish, naive fantasies.
She began to stack her books together, knowing she would have to carry them with her over to the house in order to get any kind of research done. "So stop treating me like I don't have any right to be upset and hurt. I'd venture to say that you'd be equally upset if I went out for a quick one-night stand. You don't even like it when I go on dates. You've told me as much. You barely even let me go out for my birthday plans. A birthday that you forgot...again." She huffed, placing her hands on her hips as she leaned over, looking around the table for a piece of paper that had apparently slipped out of her notebook somewhere. "So don't act like I am not in any form or fashion justified in my actions because it is cruel and unfair...and degrading to me."