Comic books would have her believe that this feeling, this complete and terrifying loss of control while someone you care about walks into peril, was something she would eventually get used to. That she'd been plucked from home far too early into Tony's superhero escapades to yet be inured to them, but no. No, she was pretty damned sure that this feeling was something she'd never come to terms with. She wanted to smack him for being so flippant when she was terrified.

"No, I don't," she coolly replied instead, and resumed following Tony down the boardwalk.