“Of course I do,” Natasha responded with a pinched brow, as if insulted that he would even insinuate that she couldn’t get out of them herself. She could, in all reality, but they were shackles, not handcuffs, and they were tight. She’d have to dislocate her thumb to get out of them properly, and although Natasha had to do that a few times in the past, it’d be nice to avoid this time around if she could help it. She looked over her shoulder to make sure that the guard was still unconscious before her gaze returned to Steve with a cocked eyebrow and a crooked smile that only Natasha Romanoff could make look that good. “It’s just more fun when you have someone around to help you do it.”
When Steve said that it was good to see her, a reply of ‘is it, though?’ was on the tip of her tongue before she swallowed it back. There wasn’t time for her childish and, frankly, embarrassing insecurities, not when she was on a mission. This, her and Steve, whatever it was, could wait for now, and Natasha was a little too comfortable with that. She wasn’t one to avoid confrontation unless it mattered. This mattered. “What’s wrong, you couldn’t find your own party so you had to crash mine?” Despite her words, she was grateful to see him. Not only because it meant that he was safe, something that Natasha had worried about more than she’d like to admit, but because this was a much bigger project than she had originally thought and she considered, more than once, that she may not be able to bring it all down by herself.
”This is where they bring the girls to get approved and distributed, I have a feeling that the upstanding citizen running this whole thing is in that warehouse right now.” Natasha cocked her head over her shoulder. “Six guards in the truck, unknown number of hostiles in the building. At least fifteen civvies, I’m assuming more considering there are six heads alone transporting them.” Natasha wanted to turn then and run to the building, jump into work headfirst to avoid having to think about everything else, but seeing him there, standing right before her… it made it hard. She held his gaze for a second too long, let the silence linger for a moment just lengthy enough to give away that something else was on her mind, and despite how much she hated it she knew she had to ask. She couldn’t run into the unknown by his side, having already assumed he was there to help her, without asking.
”Are we okay?” She swallowed hard past a dry throat. “I couldn’t find you. I was moving around so much I couldn’t – are we okay?”
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When Steve said that it was good to see her, a reply of ‘is it, though?’ was on the tip of her tongue before she swallowed it back. There wasn’t time for her childish and, frankly, embarrassing insecurities, not when she was on a mission. This, her and Steve, whatever it was, could wait for now, and Natasha was a little too comfortable with that. She wasn’t one to avoid confrontation unless it mattered. This mattered. “What’s wrong, you couldn’t find your own party so you had to crash mine?” Despite her words, she was grateful to see him. Not only because it meant that he was safe, something that Natasha had worried about more than she’d like to admit, but because this was a much bigger project than she had originally thought and she considered, more than once, that she may not be able to bring it all down by herself.
”This is where they bring the girls to get approved and distributed, I have a feeling that the upstanding citizen running this whole thing is in that warehouse right now.” Natasha cocked her head over her shoulder. “Six guards in the truck, unknown number of hostiles in the building. At least fifteen civvies, I’m assuming more considering there are six heads alone transporting them.” Natasha wanted to turn then and run to the building, jump into work headfirst to avoid having to think about everything else, but seeing him there, standing right before her… it made it hard. She held his gaze for a second too long, let the silence linger for a moment just lengthy enough to give away that something else was on her mind, and despite how much she hated it she knew she had to ask. She couldn’t run into the unknown by his side, having already assumed he was there to help her, without asking.
”Are we okay?” She swallowed hard past a dry throat. “I couldn’t find you. I was moving around so much I couldn’t – are we okay?”