His face was calm again as he looked at her with consideration, before sitting on the arm of her sofa. He folded his hands together and pinned them between his knees, like he didn't know what else to do with them.

Lucky whined softly.

"If this is the only chance I get to spend time with you, I don't want to waste that, either. It's the only way to stop being your American nightmare. The only way I can possibly make up for what happened in Sokovia, and I don't mean with Ultron. It's to give a shit. To know you're a person and that everything I do or don't do makes ... ripples."