[ She takes it without so much as a beat of hesitance, hauling herself up. Her head turns this way and that like she's stretching out her neck, and immediately orientates herself by cupping a hand over her eyes.
This excursion has more than one agenda, though. One, because supersoldiers have eyesight better than she does; better senses, too, and she wants to know if Steve's himself by more than just name. Physicality can be faked as can voices, faces. Superserum? No such luck. ]
Jury's still out.
[ It doesn't sound threatening, but her smile isn't really a smile either. Natasha squints into the distance. ]
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This excursion has more than one agenda, though. One, because supersoldiers have eyesight better than she does; better senses, too, and she wants to know if Steve's himself by more than just name. Physicality can be faked as can voices, faces. Superserum? No such luck. ]
Jury's still out.
[ It doesn't sound threatening, but her smile isn't really a smile either. Natasha squints into the distance. ]
Mostly empty.