Hushed Willows Finally, someone who speaks English.

And there he went, always bringing her up when she was down on herself.  Banner huffed playfully when he moved her chin up, her green eyes narrowing in a mock glare.  The argument was on the tip of her tongue - all the reason why she'd make a terrible leader, the ways she'd grow to disappoint him, all of them - but it all died there.  Stark believed in her more than anyone else ever had.  More than she believed in herself.  That had never been more clear than it was right now.

".. then I will," she said after thinking about it for a few long moments.  For him, she'd do it for him.  He needed her now more than ever and Banner would be damned if she didn't at least try to deliver.  Backing up a step, she inhaled deeply and rolled her bright eyes skyward on the loud, overly-dramatic exhale.  "You're going to put me in an early grave," she joked lightly.  "You and Tambourine."  The dark brown Marauder let out a small laugh when she thought of the child.