It’s a long shot — but he’s supposedly the galaxy traveler, or wherever it is that he and Thor come from. More of a likelihood of him recognizing something than her; she can’t even tell what kind of flowers they’re supposed to be. Taking the stairs, she smothers a groan as the big muscles in her thighs complain, her back twitching in displeasure. If she was dead, what was the point in getting sore?
Natasha glances over her shoulder at him, warring with herself over being annoyed that he thinks she can’t get the door herself and curious to see if he truly can do it. Curiosity wins out and she waves a hand as though to say by all means, stepping to one side on the landing
“Don’t hurt yourself. I wouldn’t count on there being any first aid kits in this place,” she warns, tone slightly bemused. The more she breathes, the more she can feel the pollen tickling her throat, and the heat —
It’s tolerable, for now. She can ignore it, in hopes of a bath or shower inside, a change of clothes, and maybe some clues about why exactly they’re here.
no subject
Natasha glances over her shoulder at him, warring with herself over being annoyed that he thinks she can’t get the door herself and curious to see if he truly can do it. Curiosity wins out and she waves a hand as though to say by all means, stepping to one side on the landing
“Don’t hurt yourself. I wouldn’t count on there being any first aid kits in this place,” she warns, tone slightly bemused. The more she breathes, the more she can feel the pollen tickling her throat, and the heat —
It’s tolerable, for now. She can ignore it, in hopes of a bath or shower inside, a change of clothes, and maybe some clues about why exactly they’re here.