And Liz realized suddenly just how much she couldn't take care of him. Not like that, anyways. She could do a lot of things, but protecting him physically maybe not. She decided she'd have to think of some ways she could be useful in that way - maybe Quill would know. She'd ask Alec, but she wasn't sure he wouldn't just blow her off.

She shifted her gaze to the window. There was a blur of trees and fields. "I'm sorry I can't actually be someone like Web Weaver for you." He voice was quiet and a little distant.