It's immediate, muffled by the fabric of his shirt. Natasha knows it doesn't make sense, and she doesn't bother trying to make it. He'd died, five years or more ago. She'd died... an hour ago? Less? But somehow, this is his fault. Why else would he be here? And why would they be compelled to rail each other? (It's definitely not coming from her subconscious.) Pulling back, she rests a hand on his shoulder to steady herself, looking at the outbuilding they're approaching.
If he puts her down, she fears the slick will .. migrate. But him carrying her is humiliating. She's not entirely certain she'd be able to walk even if he did put her down, let alone check the building for hostiles. And everything breath she sucks in sends heat blooming through her stomach again, though her entire body hurts with the throb of it.
"You're dead." With exactly zero tact. He's Loki, no sense in trying to preserve his feelings. He knew her games well enough to not fall for them. She only has surprise on her side, if that.
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It's immediate, muffled by the fabric of his shirt. Natasha knows it doesn't make sense, and she doesn't bother trying to make it. He'd died, five years or more ago. She'd died... an hour ago? Less? But somehow, this is his fault. Why else would he be here? And why would they be compelled to rail each other? (It's definitely not coming from her subconscious.) Pulling back, she rests a hand on his shoulder to steady herself, looking at the outbuilding they're approaching.
If he puts her down, she fears the slick will .. migrate. But him carrying her is humiliating. She's not entirely certain she'd be able to walk even if he did put her down, let alone check the building for hostiles. And everything breath she sucks in sends heat blooming through her stomach again, though her entire body hurts with the throb of it.
"You're dead." With exactly zero tact. He's Loki, no sense in trying to preserve his feelings. He knew her games well enough to not fall for them. She only has surprise on her side, if that.