( natasha can be patient. if anything, she's more patient than most people; so many interrogations were ruined by acting too hastily. instead of pressing, she just gathers more debris into her arms, setting it carefully into the wheelbarrow.
still, she can't quite stifle the hesitation in her hands as she reaches for another piece. my brother is dead. timelines. that sort of thing is really strange's purview more than hers, but she ... gets it. yelena had been dead for her, too. there hadn't been anything she wasn't willing to do to try and get her sister (and the others) back.
even die. )
That is complicated. ( she allows, wiping her hands off on her jeans. her eyes shift from the ruins of the furniture to the math scrawled on the walls, then back at him. ) You're using the time here to try and figure out how to fix it?
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still, she can't quite stifle the hesitation in her hands as she reaches for another piece. my brother is dead. timelines. that sort of thing is really strange's purview more than hers, but she ... gets it. yelena had been dead for her, too. there hadn't been anything she wasn't willing to do to try and get her sister (and the others) back.
even die. )
That is complicated. ( she allows, wiping her hands off on her jeans. her eyes shift from the ruins of the furniture to the math scrawled on the walls, then back at him. ) You're using the time here to try and figure out how to fix it?