[Pepper could kick herself once she sees Elizabeth’s shock. It’s something she’s gotten used to, even dealt with before—but Phil Coulson is an exception to most rules, and the way the girl with her now starts to break down would be normal for anyone. So she stops as well, turning to face Elizabeth and putting her hands on the other woman’s shoulders, trying to offer what comfort she can.]

It’s okay. It’s okay. [Although in truth Pepper has no way of knowing whether it is or not, she still tries to give some reassurance.] Being here doesn’t mean you’re dead, or that he’s dead. You both could be perfectly fine. Only one of you being here doesn’t mean anything. And when you leave here, you’ll go back to that same exact moment. It’ll be like you never left him at all. I promise.