[ Something prickles at the back of her neck. Natasha blinks and looks behind her. Inside his sights, said devilishly handsome anti-hero might find her looking straight into his direction over her shoulder before vanishing back into the vehicle bay.
Some moments later and she's on the rooftop too. There's a rifle slung over one shoulder, two holsters at her thighs, and a medical bag hanging off the other shoulder.
Natasha quirks a brow, her mouth cutting to the left.
What, I don't get a hello? [ As if they're old friends, rather than him being some guy with a sniper rifle and one hell of an eyepatch. ]
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Some moments later and she's on the rooftop too. There's a rifle slung over one shoulder, two holsters at her thighs, and a medical bag hanging off the other shoulder.
Natasha quirks a brow, her mouth cutting to the left.
What, I don't get a hello? [ As if they're old friends, rather than him being some guy with a sniper rifle and one hell of an eyepatch. ]