“Pretty girls and handcuffs is your idea of a good time. I’m learning more about you tonight than I have in the past four years, Rogers, and to think I thought you were a prude.” Natasha can’t help but give him a teasing smile, but it fades almost immediately when the conversation takes a turn and he promises her that there’s no animosity held between them. It’s hard for her to believe that… the only reason she even tries is because it’s Steve. And Steve wouldn’t lie to her. Not about this. That’s what she has to keep telling herself. “I was moving around a lot,” she admits quietly, her hand moving to push her fingers through her hair and get it out of her face.
She looks like she just spent the past 48 hours being shipped from one place to the next in the undercarriage of boats and the back of trucks, but only in appearance. Her resolve is as strong as ever, although it seems to falter when she looks back up at him with uncertainty in her eyes; lingering worry from so many nights of the voice in her head telling her that she had broken her relationship with Steve beyond repair. “I considered just letting them throw me in prison so I could get out but I didn’t want to go through the effort. And I couldn’t take the chance that-“ they’d question her. Try to corner her into finding where Steve or Bucky were. She simply shakes her head, letting the thought end there. When she continues, she’s quieter, and her tone is dangerously close to one of defeat. “In this case, I just think it was better to run.” And now here she is. And here he is. They can’t leave the fight, even if the world turns on them in an effort to force them to do so.
Natasha holds his gaze for a lingering moment and she’s so close to saying it. ’I missed you.’ It’s on the tip of her tongue and she still has to swallow it back, because Steve might take it the wrong way. Even worse – he might not. It’s in the look she gives him, though, one that’s softer than anything she’d ever allow anyone else to see, filled with affection and relief all at once for the fact that he’s standing before her. “Come on,” she finally prompts, pulling her vision away from him with a bit of effort and turning to lead him to the warehouse, her voice lowering as she does. “I suddenly have the urge to make bad guys bleed.”
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She looks like she just spent the past 48 hours being shipped from one place to the next in the undercarriage of boats and the back of trucks, but only in appearance. Her resolve is as strong as ever, although it seems to falter when she looks back up at him with uncertainty in her eyes; lingering worry from so many nights of the voice in her head telling her that she had broken her relationship with Steve beyond repair. “I considered just letting them throw me in prison so I could get out but I didn’t want to go through the effort. And I couldn’t take the chance that-“ they’d question her. Try to corner her into finding where Steve or Bucky were. She simply shakes her head, letting the thought end there. When she continues, she’s quieter, and her tone is dangerously close to one of defeat. “In this case, I just think it was better to run.” And now here she is. And here he is. They can’t leave the fight, even if the world turns on them in an effort to force them to do so.
Natasha holds his gaze for a lingering moment and she’s so close to saying it. ’I missed you.’ It’s on the tip of her tongue and she still has to swallow it back, because Steve might take it the wrong way. Even worse – he might not. It’s in the look she gives him, though, one that’s softer than anything she’d ever allow anyone else to see, filled with affection and relief all at once for the fact that he’s standing before her. “Come on,” she finally prompts, pulling her vision away from him with a bit of effort and turning to lead him to the warehouse, her voice lowering as she does. “I suddenly have the urge to make bad guys bleed.”