Natasha finds herself rolling her eyes at that bark of laughter and quick retort, but there's something undeniably fond about it. This sort of back and forth is achingly familiar. They've lost so much time over the years that it should seem weird that it's this nostalgic. The Red Room made them sisters. The time in Ohio cemented it.
"Gross, I don't want to know anything about your game." It's a token protest - she'll gossip with Yelena if she really wants to - but she can't help but slip into the comforting familiarity of the older sister role. Which is why she lets the other woman steer her off down the sidewalk. "Good. I don't know if we'll be able to figure this out even with vodka."
She's not even entirely sure Bruce or Strange will be able to make sense of it. Nor is she exactly looking forward to the prospect of subjecting herself to mystical and medical brain scans.
Which is why she turns her wrist so she can free her arm from Yelena's grip, only to link arms with her instead, slowing down the impatient pace of their walk. "Aw, did you move to New York because you missed me?"
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"Gross, I don't want to know anything about your game." It's a token protest - she'll gossip with Yelena if she really wants to - but she can't help but slip into the comforting familiarity of the older sister role. Which is why she lets the other woman steer her off down the sidewalk. "Good. I don't know if we'll be able to figure this out even with vodka."
She's not even entirely sure Bruce or Strange will be able to make sense of it. Nor is she exactly looking forward to the prospect of subjecting herself to mystical and medical brain scans.
Which is why she turns her wrist so she can free her arm from Yelena's grip, only to link arms with her instead, slowing down the impatient pace of their walk. "Aw, did you move to New York because you missed me?"