Natasha doesn't know if she cares about what she said. Her eyes are locked solidly on the Soldier, and in the time it takes for Steve to point at Barnes' weapon, Natasha has her own glock in her hands. One of her wrists glows bright-blue, and right now, in this environment, she knows sixteen ways to kill the Winter Soldier. It's a guarantee that he knows at least twenty to kill her before she can list them.
She exhales. The scar at her hip, her shoulder, suddenly comes to life, burning in a strange way. Her hands slowly relax their grip, returning back to her sides. ]
They'll get bored without the noise.
[ Blankly, she tips her chin at the gate. It rattles again, and again, and again. ]
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Natasha doesn't know if she cares about what she said. Her eyes are locked solidly on the Soldier, and in the time it takes for Steve to point at Barnes' weapon, Natasha has her own glock in her hands. One of her wrists glows bright-blue, and right now, in this environment, she knows sixteen ways to kill the Winter Soldier. It's a guarantee that he knows at least twenty to kill her before she can list them.
She exhales. The scar at her hip, her shoulder, suddenly comes to life, burning in a strange way. Her hands slowly relax their grip, returning back to her sides. ]
They'll get bored without the noise.
[ Blankly, she tips her chin at the gate. It rattles again, and again, and again. ]