#viduanata

"I would know better than anyone, that sort of thing never stops hurting," he told her and sat down next to her.

Inside, Nat would find:

"Now, that's decorative, darlin', so no usin' it," he chuckled.

"Tell me," he held his hands to her cheek and caressed them gently. "Tell me, what you want me to do?" He was being told of her suffering and he knew he wanted to give her some consolation but he couldn't find it in that moment. He supposed being told how to react wasn't how she envisioned telling him about what she'd been through.

He brushed a kiss to her temple and looked to her with a soft and sad smile. "You can tell me anything, I will not whisper it to another soul. It will be our secret until the day I meet the grave," he promised, looking to her with beads of tears in his eyes.

"I know you've been through so much..."

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"How poetic. You sound like a tetushka.” Yelena sits her chin in the cup of her hand like a petulant child. Natalia's always been cleverer than her, a truth she only begrudgingly acknowledges. She begrudges it even more when she finds herself trailing behind the point of a conversation. “Yes. They do. It is what makes them good spies. It is what makes us good spies." There’s a moral somewhere in the adage, one she’s meant to have found. That was their way, her and Natalia. Yelena traces her lip absently. “Feminine intuition, whatever that is. At least, that is what they say. But we are more spider than woman these days, yes?”

He wasn't used to working with others that weren't apart of his brotherhood. They worked well together because they knew when to step in, working as one unit against demons, anything supernatural. This was out of his element. He wasn't even sure what he was getting himself into but he was called in. How the hell the knew about him was beyong his knowledge. Chris stood tall, like unmovable moutain. His clouded cerulean blue hues stared straight ahead. It wasn't a disadvantage on his part. It only honed in on his senses and skills. Inked fingers idly tapped against his thigh. Patience wasn't something he has much of. As the idea of leaving crossed his mind. He caught sight of an outline of a figure moving towards him. He gave an audible sigh, a sound of irritation. "It's about time someone tells me what the fuck is going on?"