His actions are expected. Like a moth to a flame the spider sets her web. Her gaze is amused, but not surprised. Not until he speaks.
The first part of it isn't anything special. It's common sense after watching her for longer than a minute. It's the last bit that shakes her. That brings to mind a soft spoken man saying the same thing before slipping on headphones and drowning out the monster thrumming just beneath his skin.
Natasha blinks and the moment is gone, proud that her expression hardly shifted at all. Only her eyes had given away any sort of emotion shift. Should she be concerned that the two people she keeps comparing Han to are the two people that have gotten closest to the True Natasha?
It's a fluke. They hardly know each other, and Natasha is lonely. Has been ever since she made the mistake of opening up to someone. She needs to salvage this situation. Get control and know where she stands.
So she closes the distance and presses against Han's lips gently, carefully. And then pulls away.
"Someone protected, someone else dead." Natasha agrees, letting a bit of her Russian accent trickle into her voice. Wrapped around her finger. That's where Han is. Natasha can live with that. It's something she understands.
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Date: 2016-04-18 11:22 pm (UTC)The first part of it isn't anything special. It's common sense after watching her for longer than a minute. It's the last bit that shakes her. That brings to mind a soft spoken man saying the same thing before slipping on headphones and drowning out the monster thrumming just beneath his skin.
Natasha blinks and the moment is gone, proud that her expression hardly shifted at all. Only her eyes had given away any sort of emotion shift. Should she be concerned that the two people she keeps comparing Han to are the two people that have gotten closest to the True Natasha?
It's a fluke. They hardly know each other, and Natasha is lonely. Has been ever since she made the mistake of opening up to someone. She needs to salvage this situation. Get control and know where she stands.
So she closes the distance and presses against Han's lips gently, carefully. And then pulls away.
"Someone protected, someone else dead." Natasha agrees, letting a bit of her Russian accent trickle into her voice. Wrapped around her finger. That's where Han is. Natasha can live with that. It's something she understands.