sheslikeyou.

     

Child removes her sunglasses, but rather than a scowl being emitted, she looks to him with the utmost confusion, forehead crinkled, bright hazel gaze shining in pure bewilderment – She doesn’t understand. ‘Throw me a bone’. Why would she do that??  She isn’t receptive to most cultural topics, nor popular slang, mainly because…well, 11 and a ½ years of her existence she was locked up, told when to speak and how to, and aggressively prodded to do as her aggressors told her. OR ELSE.  

     Still, continuing down her mute path, she unzips her backpack, places her glasses inside, and tugs out the folder. She holds it sacred, as it’s the last copy she has of her true identification, and so, she gazes to him warily, though she holds the information out for his grasp to take. She’s no longer angry in appearance, but she has the eyes of a little girl, begging to be seen. THIS IS WHO I AM. THIS IS WHAT THEY MADE ME…

that silence. it’s as if it never ends, as if it won’t ever end. then again, it’s all made worth it when her sunglasses are removed and file is taken out of her backpack before being held out to the man. he can tell she’s hesitant, and such a fact worries even him… maybe there’s a reason he hasn’t heard of the wolverine having a kid.

carefully he’ll take it from her, not looking away until he’s blindly opened the file. head tilts down, chocolate brown hues reading each line and bullet point and word over. even as he flips through the pages he has to do a few double takes, gaze lifting every so often as the surprise makes itself more and more obvious. nearly five minutes pass before he’s giving a verbal response, but even then tony is having a hard time.   ❛ who sent you to me? ❜   it’s his only question for now, for it’s the only one not answered yet; everything else makes sense. all things considered.