When Central eventually came to her quarters it was late that evening. She had started to wonder if he was going to come tonight. It has been an emotional roller coaster of a day for the two of them. Neither had much time to process the events or the consequences of what they had learned. It was quite possible he had found the time to think and maybe it had become all too much for him.

As he walked through the door she looked up from her book. She hadn't been reading only staring at the pages in thought. "Was beginning to think you weren't coming," she says.

"No. I got caught up on the bridge. Banks said Shen requested a transfer of reserve power to the Grounds for something and I asked him to speak with her about quarters for…" He trails off.

"Lila?"

"Yeah - sorry," he says rubbing the bridge of his nose. He sits down next to her placing his boots on the table before him. "We'll see if we can place her near your quarters and the bridge. I'd like her out of the Doctor's way as quickly as possible." They sit next to one another on the bench, arms touching. "What were you doing?" He looks over at her.

Looking down at her book she pulls out two snapshots and hands them to him. The first is of her about the age of Lila on the shoulders of a man, Bradford assumes is her father. They are standing in front of a sign that reads 'Welcome to New Hampshire'. "Your Father?" She nods.

"Summer vacation. He would pack up the car and we would ride for hours. They would let me lay in the back of our station wagon among the bags and cooler only if I would not ask if we were there yet."

He looks at the two of them smiling and thinks of his own father. He doesn't have a lot of memories of the man like this. James Bradford was a hard man. He worked hard and because of that he drank hard. When he left them, John was eight. Went out for a pack of cigarettes and never came back Left his Ma, sister and him with his Grampa Joe and Gramma Louise. John grew up a lot that year.

The second image is of her a little older than Lila. She is with a woman who can only be her Mother. The woman beside him is the spitting image of the woman in the photograph. He hands them back to her. "I have you to thank for these," she tells him. "I had them hidden in the back of one of the books you saved for me from HQ"

"Do you have brothers or sisters?" He asks her. He realizes he doesn't know anything about her other than where she is from.

"No. My mom had a hard time getting pregnant, so when they finally had me they were happy. What about you?" She says slipping the pictures back into the book.

He takes her hand and holds it. "I had a sister. Katherine, but we called her Kate. She died when she was 6."

"Oh god. How old were you?"

"Nine. She was at the end of the east fields with a friend. They found a bee's nest and started throwing rocks at it. We didn't know she was allergic. They said she had been stung 6 times. One for each year of her life I use to think." He tells her in a somber tone.

"Were you close?"

"Yeah. My father left when I was 8, so I had to keep an eye on her. Was hard on my Ma." He says.

She knows the rest of that line of thinking. He blames himself for not being at better brother, for not being there like he wasn't on the bridge that day. Perhaps it's because his Father left, and he was relied upon at such a young age. She reaches up and touches the side of his face. She wonders if he sees the man who left his mother in the mirror or if he looks like her.

"Like I started to say earlier, I never thought about having children. Mostly because of him. I didn't want to be like him," he says looking at his hands. They are his father's hands. He remembers them so clearly. How they would pull a cigarette from the pack and hold it before lighting it.

Central thought about how it felt when the little girl - Lila he tells himself, hugged him. Regardless of what Tygan thought about her emotions or whatever, he felt pure unconditional love there. Bradford hadn't felt that a lot of his life, but that child as small as she was had given him a enough to last a lifetime in that embrace. He couldn't help but instantly love her for that.

She shifts and gets on her knees next to him, looking at him. "Bradford I know you don't believe it, but you're a good man. You might have done bad things in your life but you're a good man. You're not him, John." She gives him a chaste kiss and then pulls away offering him a soft smile. "And you'll be a good father if that's what you want."

He looks into her eyes, "I want to try." He reaches up and pulls her head to his so their foreheads touch. Kissing her before pulling her to him, so she straddles his lap. "What about you? No one actually asked you if you wanted any of this?"

She slips her arms around his neck and felt him do the same around her waist. "I don't know," she says thinking. "It was never really something I thought about - but when Tygan told me they took my ability to have children away, I couldn't help but think of nothing else." She tells him. He says to her that she never said anything. "-There is XCom, the fight, the soldiers, the crew and of course you. I figured I had my hands full, not missing anything. But then I look at the picture of my Mom and I - I think that would be nice too." She shrugs her shoulders slightly.

"Now you can have both," he brushes her hair out of her face.

"I don't know. I don't think I'm the Mom type," she tells him.

He laughs at this, "You practically are to most of the Avenger crew." She chuckles at this thought.

"So, we'll try? Together?" She asks him.

He whispers yes and reaches up to kiss her.