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[willing_sheath]

It wasn't the first time, nor the last time that Tomoe was going to be furious with Tony Stark. It wasn't the first time that she was going to be aware of just how pointless said fury was going to be. But god help her, she was furious anyway.

She was a prideful thing and she knew it. And there was no faster way to set her into a rage than to step on it in some way, shape or form. And here and now? Insinuating that she was stupid was one sure-fire way to do it. Just because she was from a time in which the vast majority of the technology of this world hadn't even been dreamed of did not make her stupid. It absolutely did not--and it infuriated her that she could not grasp things quickly enough to function on a more regular basis. And now, of course, she had picked up English well enough to know exactly whens he was being spoken about. And exactly when she was being insulted.

And perhaps if she was less prideful she would have let such comments slide--especially coming from men like Tony Stark--but she wasn't.

And was currently in the kitchen taking her frustrations out on the meal she was preparing, chopping her ingredients in such a way that she was running the risk of adding her fingertips to the main course.

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[displaced_soldier]

He couldn't help but feel a wave of relief as he noted the tension in her posture begin to melt away. Instinctively he held her closer, she honestly didn't have to say a word for him to understand the meaning in her eyes. She was worth the effort it had taken to learn her native tongue. He always wanted her to know the value of her worth, she was the woman he had chosen to spend the rest of his life in the future with after all.

He returned her light kiss with a soft kiss of his own. Slowly he brought a hand up to rest on her cheek, letting his thumb gently trace over her cheekbone. "I love you, very much." He told her, as he had no trouble expressing his love and affection to her.

Urging her to turn around to fully face him, he slipped his hand behind her neck to tilt her head upward for another kiss, though a more firm and passionate one.

[willing_sheath]

His words brought the smallest smile to her lips and she turned easily to face him, sighing softly in response to his hand moving to the back of her neck. She leaned solidly against him while lifting her hands to rest against his chest, reveling at how safe she felt with him, even when the world periodically seemed to be spinning out of control. She met his kiss evenly, savoring the intimacy and subtly inviting more.