She turns her head back to stare at him, focusing all her energy (at least, the part that doesn't want to jump him again) on his face. He doesn't seem guilty — not shocking. But he doesn't seem overly gleeful either, not in the way she'd expect if he truly had done this. Neither does he seem certain, the way he might be if this had been something of his choice or even something he recognized. In a way, that's even more alarming.
Natasha has no idea where they are, or what this is. She'd been counting on him to know. And he doesn't. Which leaves them...
"It stuck. I heard from Thor," she says, quietly, still churning over the fact that he has no idea where they are. She'll just ignore the way he'd said you (look, valid), and here. Adjusting herself in his arms a bit, she clamps her legs together, wrinkling her nose.
"I ..." Dead. It conjures up the sensation of falling again, a flickering scene in the back of her mind — Clint, devastated look on his face. It's okay. Falling, falling, falling. Then — darkness. Nothing. It's not exactly surprising; she'd known when she'd leapt after him off that cliff where it would end. Except it hadn't been meant to end on a weird planet full of flowers with Loki.
"Yeah, I guess I am. We needed to get the stones..." It slips out before she realizes he might not know what she's talking about. Her mind scrambles to put the timeline together, the last five years blurring. When had Loki died? Before Thanos had the rest of the stones, before Wakanda. Six years ago, give or take?
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Natasha has no idea where they are, or what this is. She'd been counting on him to know. And he doesn't. Which leaves them...
"It stuck. I heard from Thor," she says, quietly, still churning over the fact that he has no idea where they are. She'll just ignore the way he'd said you (look, valid), and here. Adjusting herself in his arms a bit, she clamps her legs together, wrinkling her nose.
"I ..." Dead. It conjures up the sensation of falling again, a flickering scene in the back of her mind — Clint, devastated look on his face. It's okay. Falling, falling, falling. Then — darkness. Nothing. It's not exactly surprising; she'd known when she'd leapt after him off that cliff where it would end. Except it hadn't been meant to end on a weird planet full of flowers with Loki.
"Yeah, I guess I am. We needed to get the stones..." It slips out before she realizes he might not know what she's talking about. Her mind scrambles to put the timeline together, the last five years blurring. When had Loki died? Before Thanos had the rest of the stones, before Wakanda. Six years ago, give or take?