"Seems unwise to argue with you," he says quietly closing his eyes as he just let's her touch his hair. It's familiar, gentle, and a way he knows he hasn't been touched in the longest of times. He's still fairly certain he didn't actually know Natasha in this life, but maybe some other one. Maybe this is all just some big cosmic joke.
"The world drops you off a pretty red head, who argues with that?"
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"The world drops you off a pretty red head, who argues with that?"