His response gave her a smile -- just a tug at the corner of her lips. Natasha brushed at her hair, turning back to answer, and stopped when Bruce stumbled. The idiot, he wasn't well enough yet. Why didn't he just say so?
She was beside him a moment later, bracing him against her shoulder. "Can you make it?"
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Date: 2012-06-21 03:49 am (UTC)She was beside him a moment later, bracing him against her shoulder. "Can you make it?"