[The username tugs at something in Natasha's chest that she'd rather not name. Hearing Steve's voice is what does it, though, her throat tightening and a wave of something she could only call relief hitting her.
As much as she doesn't want to admit it, there's a part of her that's wanted him here. Someone she's worked with for years and who she knows she can trust to have her back. Someone she's missed.
She's not entirely proud of that part of her.
Her voice is neutral by the time she responds, but it does take a moment. Thirty seconds or so to carefully compose her mask and to manage her expectations.]
voice; un: romanoff
As much as she doesn't want to admit it, there's a part of her that's wanted him here. Someone she's worked with for years and who she knows she can trust to have her back. Someone she's missed.
She's not entirely proud of that part of her.
Her voice is neutral by the time she responds, but it does take a moment. Thirty seconds or so to carefully compose her mask and to manage her expectations.]
You don't. Try not to think about it too much.
[Very reassuring.]
Where are you at?