His reply actually earned a slight chuckle; she hadn't been expecting that, to say the least. Even if it was true. "Well," she replied in the same easy tone of voice, "I hear it's a difficult skill to perfect, so I can't exactly hold it against you." Natasha picked up the small styrofoam cup and leaned back in her seat, gesturing to the one across the table from her. "Have a seat."
Civility, she could do. She hadn't forgotten the strength of those metal fingers crushing against her windpipe, nor the absolute absence of any rational thought in those empty eyes, either. It was a difficult position, hers; willing to forgive, but unable to forget.
Not even for Steve.
But then again, she wasn't doing this for Steve.
Natasha took a slow sip of the offered coffee, gently licking her lips afterwards. She gazed across the table speculatively, seeking but not prying. "What's number two?"
<33 been out of town on vacay, but heading home tomorrow yay
Civility, she could do. She hadn't forgotten the strength of those metal fingers crushing against her windpipe, nor the absolute absence of any rational thought in those empty eyes, either. It was a difficult position, hers; willing to forgive, but unable to forget.
Not even for Steve.
But then again, she wasn't doing this for Steve.
Natasha took a slow sip of the offered coffee, gently licking her lips afterwards. She gazed across the table speculatively, seeking but not prying. "What's number two?"