Natasha pauses for only a moment, considering how much information is too much. And then settles on, "the skrull are shapeshifting aliens." Is it possible that they've infiltrated here too? She has to get her priorities in order, and there's about...seventy five things she needs to do before she starts worrying about the skrull.
"From my point of view, I just dropped onto the roof of a dead Avenger." When he finally turns to look at the city, she lets herself take another long look at him. The line of his jaw. The way he holds himself. How she can tell he's trying to make sense of the weird shit the universe literally threw at him this time. She's always been uncannily good at reading people, but is it strange that she can still read him like this when he's manifestly not the one she knows?
It's only the pain in her knee and arm from where she landed on the roof that keep her from asking if she's dead or dreaming. There's too many questions she has to ask to try to orient herself. What comes out of her mouth instead is, "didn't think I'd ever see you again."
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"From my point of view, I just dropped onto the roof of a dead Avenger." When he finally turns to look at the city, she lets herself take another long look at him. The line of his jaw. The way he holds himself. How she can tell he's trying to make sense of the weird shit the universe literally threw at him this time. She's always been uncannily good at reading people, but is it strange that she can still read him like this when he's manifestly not the one she knows?
It's only the pain in her knee and arm from where she landed on the roof that keep her from asking if she's dead or dreaming. There's too many questions she has to ask to try to orient herself. What comes out of her mouth instead is, "didn't think I'd ever see you again."