Roxie squeezed Joe's hand warmly. As a little girl, when she'd imagined all kinds of silly futures with him - a secret she would never share with anyone - the thought that they would both grow up to be slightly damaged adults had never crossed her mind.

"Always so warm and open and accepting," Roxie replied. "There aren't quite enough men in the world who are like you, Joe Rogers," she said. "A part of me knows that they didn't choose me because of how I lived my life," she admitted. "A small part, one which Bruce and Jay tried to coax out. But it's difficult believing it some days," she added. "I'll get through it. We Danvers women are nothing if not strong, persistant, and able to take anything that life tosses at us." It was all too true for her mother, who'd had everything from her powers to her memory to her own rights and mental facilities snatched away from her, but Carol Danvers had risen above it all.

Roxie would too, one day. She missed the girl she used to be.

"If you ever feel like talking about the rest of it...I promise not to judge, or to offer any unwanted advice," she said. "I know what it's like to feel as though you're alone and a failure - and for the record, you're not the first, and I can't believe you're the latter." She squeezed his hand again. "Whatever's gone on, you'll get through it."