She knows that voice, instantly, intimately. She's heard that voice for so long now, so many years.
Natasha has questions, countless streaming into her thoughts as she finally lets her eyes open and sits up. She holds them for now, no telling who or what is listening and if he's here and they didn't win...
"Your bedside manner could use some work." She greets him the only way she knows how, sarcastic and teasing. There's the touch of a smile with it at least, a whisper of relief threaded into that anxious knot in her chest.
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Natasha has questions, countless streaming into her thoughts as she finally lets her eyes open and sits up. She holds them for now, no telling who or what is listening and if he's here and they didn't win...
"Your bedside manner could use some work." She greets him the only way she knows how, sarcastic and teasing. There's the touch of a smile with it at least, a whisper of relief threaded into that anxious knot in her chest.