Her arm is useless, but the pain from her nails biting into the flesh still radiates through her body. Natasha chokes on a groan, slamming back against the door to keep from curling up in pain. Her eyes meet Loki's, hard and angry and defiant, before she slowly, so slowly, stands.
The god towers over her, but she doesn't back down.
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Date: 2012-09-18 02:32 pm (UTC)The god towers over her, but she doesn't back down.
"Happy?"