[Her interruption was swift and left no room for argument as she shook her head at him.]
No, it wasn't you. When you and I found each other, I suspect it was already too late. His entire plan was to trigger the Hulk and it worked. Banner and I got separated from the others. It was just us when he... changed. Thor got there eventually, drew him off. I think out of all of us, he was the only one that could stand a chance, and even he wasn't having an easy time of it.
[She'd frozen. And her moment of weakness might have cost Coulson his life. It wasn't until Clint's name had sunk in, reported in Fury's frustrated voice, demanding a response in her ear, that she'd come back to herself, uncurled from that little ball.
Maybe she should have gone after Loki, but that choice... she couldn't regret going after Clint instead. She suspected Coulson would agree with her.
She watches him stretch, knows what's fueling the sudden need for movement, gives him a small smile.]
Neither can you.
[Natasha's lips quirk when he describes how he'd use his fame, then laughs softly at his conclusion because yes, she's the same way. While she can blend seamlessly into just about any scene, if given the choice, she'd probably be curled up on a couch with him, eating take-out and watching bad movies on his tv. Or trying to out-cheat him in poker.]
No, it doesn't really seem your style. We can break into Stark's giant tower and have a picnic on the top. You'd like the view.
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[Her interruption was swift and left no room for argument as she shook her head at him.]
No, it wasn't you. When you and I found each other, I suspect it was already too late. His entire plan was to trigger the Hulk and it worked. Banner and I got separated from the others. It was just us when he... changed. Thor got there eventually, drew him off. I think out of all of us, he was the only one that could stand a chance, and even he wasn't having an easy time of it.
[She'd frozen. And her moment of weakness might have cost Coulson his life. It wasn't until Clint's name had sunk in, reported in Fury's frustrated voice, demanding a response in her ear, that she'd come back to herself, uncurled from that little ball.
Maybe she should have gone after Loki, but that choice... she couldn't regret going after Clint instead. She suspected Coulson would agree with her.
She watches him stretch, knows what's fueling the sudden need for movement, gives him a small smile.]
Neither can you.
[Natasha's lips quirk when he describes how he'd use his fame, then laughs softly at his conclusion because yes, she's the same way. While she can blend seamlessly into just about any scene, if given the choice, she'd probably be curled up on a couch with him, eating take-out and watching bad movies on his tv. Or trying to out-cheat him in poker.]
No, it doesn't really seem your style. We can break into Stark's giant tower and have a picnic on the top. You'd like the view.