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[girlwithout]

Although it's not used all that often, there is a little studio off the gym in Milliways that's suitable for someone who, for example, might be interested in a little dancing.

Rikki doesn't dance anywhere near as often as she used to - mostly because, in addition to picking up the whole superhero thing, she doesn't have a place to go or a teacher - but (a), it's not like she stopped, and (b) as it turns out, being a superhero kinda helps keep you in shape for other athletic activities. And well. It always did help her think.

Point being, there's now some music working its way out from the studio into the larger gym area, and the door's cracked open.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve looks guilty at that.

"I've never coped well with Bucky's death," he admits quietly. "I've never sought out Rebecca, or anyone else from the Barnes family for that matter. You being here...well, it's just easier to deal with now that I know he's alive.

"I'm sorry. I never meant to make you feel...unvalued."

[girlwithout]

She draws her legs up onto the chair and hugs them to her chest. "It's fine," she says, unconvincingly. "It's just, I was - "

("Sophie, we need to talk now. This is that part. The part where we talk, okay?")

" - having a really bad day."

She doesn't say I could have used you then, but it still hangs in the air.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve crouches down by her chair. "I'm here now. For what it's worth."

[girlwithout]

She shrugs and rests her chin on her knees. "It's cool. I'm fine now."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"All right." He uses the back of her chair to push himself up. "If there ever is anything, just say the word.

"See you around, Rikki."

[girlwithout]

"Okay." She offers him a small smile. "Thanks, Steve."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He gives her the same smile back, picks up his duffel bag, and leaves the studio.