Hushed Willows Finally, someone who speaks English.

Not the best at taking a compliment, Banner wrinkled her nose and ducked her head a bit.  Recognition wasn't a goal of hers - she wanted to do what was right, to help Stark with pack matters where she could.  Most importantly she wanted to help out her brother, to be there for him whenever and for whatever reason.  In her mind, it was really as simple as that.

Stark's uncharacteristic quiet caused her to look up again.  As the days and weeks passed, she'd noticed that he'd been more serious, which she supposed was natural.  All that responsibility heaped on his dark shoulders had to weigh heavily on him.  But what he'd asked of her.. well, he didn't ask.  He stated it.  Beta.  Her bright green eyes widened a bit as she took a solid second or so to just stare at him.

"Ah.. are you.." she began, her tongue feeling oddly heavy in her mouth.  Banner knew what word she'd end on and she also already knew the answer, but it slipped out anyway: ".. sure?"  Like, really sure?  Really, really sure?  The short female blinked rapidly as her mind strugged to catch up with their conversation.  Of course he was sure.  Stark was rarely not sure of himself.  In public, anyway.  It was one of the many endearingly annoying reasons she loved him!  "I don't know what to say," she rushed out in her low voice, uncertainty surrounding her like an itchy shroud.  Truthfully, it didn't occur to her to say "yes" (or anything, for that matter) because she knew it wasn't a question.  It wasn't a request.  If this is what Stark truly wanted, it would be so.   Banner cleared her throat and gave her brother a sheepish look in an unsurprising show of awkwardness.