"The fuckin' multiverse..." he murmurs quietly while letting her take his hand and guide those fingers up his arm. It feels nice, which seems like a bad idea. He's not supposed to enjoy things like that, especially not from friends of his friends.

He should send her away, go back to his quite life in this shitty apartment and hope the world forgets him again. He can't bring himself to do it though, something about her seeing him, being here makes him feel alive in a way he'd forgotten he even could be.

"How did you and him get to know each other? I've barely spoken 10 sentences to the Natasha who was here."