[ To Steve, the truth is altogether more complicated, and this conflict is written in his expression. He's never been fantastic at hiding his feelings on a good day, but a bad one? One where his own sanity had been hanging on by thread? Impossible to hide.
He'd been granted this power (well before their partnership, but even this too) with the expectation that he do the right thing with it. Good things can be done in the wrong ways. This had been one of them. ]
[ She gives his hand a squeeze, seeing everything she needed to on Steve's face. He wasn't going to be able to simply nod his way through a report.
Natasha needed to protect him here and as his Guide, she was going to do just that. There was nothing "wrong" with him, and she wasn't about to let anyone treat him that way, all because he was doing what Sentinels do.
Lowering her voice and keeping eye contact, knowing he would still be able to hear her over the jet approaching. ]
[ Unsure as he feels, he gives her a slight nod that he knows only she'll see. The jet is increasingly deafening, but still too far away to make out much of anything but obvious movement. He feels odd, leaving such a thing open when this is meant to be what he does for her.
But what worries him more is what the next time will look like. Whether something in him is actually broken. He'd enjoyed it. Is Natasha prepared to hear that?
Not that it matters when, in a matter of moments, no one is hearing anything but the rumble of aircraft engines. ]
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He'd been granted this power (well before their partnership, but even this too) with the expectation that he do the right thing with it. Good things can be done in the wrong ways. This had been one of them. ]
You think they'll buy that?
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[ She gives his hand a squeeze, seeing everything she needed to on Steve's face. He wasn't going to be able to simply nod his way through a report.
Natasha needed to protect him here and as his Guide, she was going to do just that. There was nothing "wrong" with him, and she wasn't about to let anyone treat him that way, all because he was doing what Sentinels do.
Lowering her voice and keeping eye contact, knowing he would still be able to hear her over the jet approaching. ]
You protected me. Let me do the same for you.
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But what worries him more is what the next time will look like. Whether something in him is actually broken. He'd enjoyed it. Is Natasha prepared to hear that?
Not that it matters when, in a matter of moments, no one is hearing anything but the rumble of aircraft engines. ]