( he’s assessing, watching her in a way that she can’t immediately place. it’s not lustful. it’s not pitying (thank god, or she’d kick his sorry ass out of the shower immediately). it’s not … anything. for the first time, natasha wonders who she’s gotten herself involved with. it’s the most neutral reaction anyone has had to her body (not just that, but the scars on it) in years. even clint had sucked in a breath — )
Fine. ( she gives in, hiding how she jumps a little under his touch with a conciliatory smile. her eyes roam from his face, capturing the expression (was that a smile), to the rest of him. he’s as marked as she is, or worse.
reaching out with gentle fingertips, she ghosts them across a mottled purple bruise, frowning. )
Kick in the ribs? Today? ( it’s a guess, with an experienced eye behind it. pressing closer under the spray, she lifts her arm to give him a better look, submitting only because it allows her to get closer to him and give him a second once-over, looking for more egregious injuries. )
no subject
Fine. ( she gives in, hiding how she jumps a little under his touch with a conciliatory smile. her eyes roam from his face, capturing the expression (was that a smile), to the rest of him. he’s as marked as she is, or worse.
reaching out with gentle fingertips, she ghosts them across a mottled purple bruise, frowning. )
Kick in the ribs? Today? ( it’s a guess, with an experienced eye behind it. pressing closer under the spray, she lifts her arm to give him a better look, submitting only because it allows her to get closer to him and give him a second once-over, looking for more egregious injuries. )