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?"
( he sits. he does not relax -- this is not over. they are still deciding something that is difficult to define. but sitting is better than shooting at her. or being shot at. he will take it at face value. )
I'm not dressed for company.
( he does not remember caring about his appearance. this, he has gleaned from steve's remarks and actions around him.
but he is also sure he should not be sitting with a lady like this. natasha might laugh again if he called her that to her face. he has not seen her be very ladylike.
he wonders what she would do. it would be good to hear her laugh when all he has had for her were bullets. )
it was a lot of fun! got to spend time with relatives, get sunburned at the beach, ect. :)
Her lips twitched in some sort of amusement, but she didn't give him a chuckle. Not just yet. The coffee was strong, black as she liked it, and she took another sip as she simply gazed across the table at him. "I don't think any of us are," she replied with a soft shrug. "We don't exactly have the deepest wardrobe these days."
Although it would be easy to procure one, she was sure; T'Challa had made it clear he was willing to provide anything she or her compatriots would need, but Natasha had never enjoyed holding out her hand. And Barnes...well. He'd come here with only the clothes on his back, poor lad, but she was sure Steve would rectify that.
"How are you feeling?" The question was out before she realized she'd said it, but she didn't take it back. He was still a human being, and worthy of her concern, at least. She still believed that it'd been the right choice, Steve bringing him here. If a life could be saved...might not a soul?
God, she hoped so. Because, surely, if there was grace enough for Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Soldier and Fist of HYDRA, then there might also be a little leftover for her, too.
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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?"
how was it?
I'm not dressed for company.
( he does not remember caring about his appearance. this, he has gleaned from steve's remarks and actions around him.
but he is also sure he should not be sitting with a lady like this. natasha might laugh again if he called her that to her face. he has not seen her be very ladylike.
he wonders what she would do. it would be good to hear her laugh when all he has had for her were bullets. )
it was a lot of fun! got to spend time with relatives, get sunburned at the beach, ect. :)
Although it would be easy to procure one, she was sure; T'Challa had made it clear he was willing to provide anything she or her compatriots would need, but Natasha had never enjoyed holding out her hand. And Barnes...well. He'd come here with only the clothes on his back, poor lad, but she was sure Steve would rectify that.
"How are you feeling?" The question was out before she realized she'd said it, but she didn't take it back. He was still a human being, and worthy of her concern, at least. She still believed that it'd been the right choice, Steve bringing him here. If a life could be saved...might not a soul?
God, she hoped so. Because, surely, if there was grace enough for Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Soldier and Fist of HYDRA, then there might also be a little leftover for her, too.