[ Natasha watches them both. She's been shepherding this conversation but is the last to move, eyes scanning over the supplies, the set of the Soldier's shoulders, Steve's look on his face. The one he gets when he's— Well, she's seen it before.
It's been a few years, though. Natasha shoulders her medical bag off and into the back, along with a rifle that's actually a tranq gun. She doesn't touch Steve, but she does catch his eye, staring pointedly.
Yeah, they're definitely going to talk later.
Looks like she's driving.
Now would be the time for a radio station. No dice. The compound is pretty large, surrounded by walls and a thick, front gate that needs to be raised. At least that doesn't look easily breachable from the outside. Small blessings. ]
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It's been a few years, though. Natasha shoulders her medical bag off and into the back, along with a rifle that's actually a tranq gun. She doesn't touch Steve, but she does catch his eye, staring pointedly.
Yeah, they're definitely going to talk later.
Looks like she's driving.
Now would be the time for a radio station. No dice. The compound is pretty large, surrounded by walls and a thick, front gate that needs to be raised. At least that doesn't look easily breachable from the outside. Small blessings. ]