Whitefish River When the thunder calls for me

She leaned into the touch, grateful for the comfort and even more grateful that, when she searched his face again, she didn't see the hate she had seen in Hydra's expression. Tears flowed steadily from her eyes, beyond her control at this point. How could he just accept what she told him and vow to protect her? But, it's what she would have done had their roles been reversed, and she knew then for sure that he was a good man. It would be a long time before she could forgive herself, if she ever could, but she knew she needed help, and she would do anything to keep her babies safe. 

Unable to stop herself, she pressed her face into his chest. She needed the comfort he was providing, and she was too weak and raw to deny herself what she didn't think she deserved. Th-Thank you, she said quietly. 

She pulled back a little so that she could look at him with puffy eyes. I'm a medic, too. I can help you guys in whatever way you need. Even with her life in shambles, she couldn't just leech off of his pack; she wouldn't allow herself to be anymore of a burden than she could help.