[If he hadn't already been witness to more than she intended to share, perhaps Natasha could've allowed herself a bigger reaction. But, she's given away enough pieces of herself already. Between the touch-induced exchange of feelings, and Vormir beating down on them both, he's already seen too much.
The SHIELD mandated psychologist she used to see monthly would probably have something to say about her deep desire for companionship and intimacy in contrast with her reluctance to let anyone closer than skin deep. But then, he was HYDRA all along, and long dead by now, so he can keep his damn opinions to himself.]
Hair grows. [Natasha offers. Wry. Almost teasing. It hides the wash of relief and disappointment that floods through her. He won't have the answer to the question she can't seem to make herself ask. His presence here proves neither failure or success. It just adds questions to the ever growing list in her head.
She saw Barnes after he volunteered to go back in the ice. Fought next to him. Watched him disintegrate right in front of Steve's eyes. So how does this even work?
Alternate universes? Twin timelines branching out after cataclysmic events? Splinters in time and space like what she and Clint created here?
Her hair grows back into the red braid fading into pale blonde at its tip. Her brow creases as she counts back, tries to get him an answer that makes sense to him.]
About seven years. Give or take a couple of months.
[Her eyes cut away from him, over her shoulder at the spot where the cliff abruptly ends. The weight of the world and every single person lost pressing down on her chest.]
You in New Amsterdam too? Or is there somewhere else they take us?
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The SHIELD mandated psychologist she used to see monthly would probably have something to say about her deep desire for companionship and intimacy in contrast with her reluctance to let anyone closer than skin deep. But then, he was HYDRA all along, and long dead by now, so he can keep his damn opinions to himself.]
Hair grows. [Natasha offers. Wry. Almost teasing. It hides the wash of relief and disappointment that floods through her. He won't have the answer to the question she can't seem to make herself ask. His presence here proves neither failure or success. It just adds questions to the ever growing list in her head.
She saw Barnes after he volunteered to go back in the ice. Fought next to him. Watched him disintegrate right in front of Steve's eyes. So how does this even work?
Alternate universes? Twin timelines branching out after cataclysmic events? Splinters in time and space like what she and Clint created here?
Her hair grows back into the red braid fading into pale blonde at its tip. Her brow creases as she counts back, tries to get him an answer that makes sense to him.]
About seven years. Give or take a couple of months.
[Her eyes cut away from him, over her shoulder at the spot where the cliff abruptly ends. The weight of the world and every single person lost pressing down on her chest.]
You in New Amsterdam too? Or is there somewhere else they take us?