[ Natasha doesn't comment. A mile off. It's not until there are some shapes that come out clearer than the rest, huddled over something, making— Natasha's not sure she's ever heard noises like that.
The closer they get, the more her neck prickles. She glances sidelong at Steve. Whatever remark or joke blooms on her tongue is for a friend, and she doesn't have him here.
The jeep stills. She wrenches the handbrake in place; the way she's come to a stop means they're not head-on to whatever they are, but parallel.
Quietly (in a way that's— surprised, or confused): ]
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The closer they get, the more her neck prickles. She glances sidelong at Steve. Whatever remark or joke blooms on her tongue is for a friend, and she doesn't have him here.
The jeep stills. She wrenches the handbrake in place; the way she's come to a stop means they're not head-on to whatever they are, but parallel.
Quietly (in a way that's— surprised, or confused): ]
What are they doing?