[Neither one of them is a stranger to pain. If they weighed the good memories against the bad, Natasha's pretty sure the scale would tip over sharply towards the bad. But she's usually better at locking away the bad. At cutting it away by the root and tossing it down in the dark recesses of her mind.
This time, she can't. It's going to get her killed if she doesn't do anything about it. Really, this is the only logical play.
It's not like anyone is getting a solid eight hours or anything here. But when she can carve out two or three hours to grab some sleep in relative safety, she'd like to actually get some rest in.
Hell. When she's standing right next to Steve, she doesn't want them standing on opposite ends of that chasm. The weight of Vormir bearing down between them.
Two seconds.
That's not so bad.
It's the space between inhale and exhale.
Natasha sets her hand down between them again. Closer to his thigh than her own this time. Fingers curved around the edge of gurney again.
no subject
This time, she can't. It's going to get her killed if she doesn't do anything about it. Really, this is the only logical play.
It's not like anyone is getting a solid eight hours or anything here. But when she can carve out two or three hours to grab some sleep in relative safety, she'd like to actually get some rest in.
Hell. When she's standing right next to Steve, she doesn't want them standing on opposite ends of that chasm. The weight of Vormir bearing down between them.
Two seconds.
That's not so bad.
It's the space between inhale and exhale.
Natasha sets her hand down between them again. Closer to his thigh than her own this time. Fingers curved around the edge of gurney again.
It's not forever.]
Okay. [Do it.
Natasha breathes in and braces.]