[ Natasha resists the urge to roll her eyes, even though she wants to, sort of. It's a knee-jerk reaction to his presence. She's surprised he's here in the same way she's surprised she invited him here to begin with, which was on a quiet, sentimental whim. It's been a while since Berlin and the apartment got demolished a few days ago. She got the email while she was dismantling a series of explosives at a train station while Steve gave an extremist an equally extreme concussion. Natasha's been interrogating her feelings on Berlin. It's good, mostly good.
She turns. Her arms don't cross over her chest and the edge of the counter digs into the small of her back. Her eyes land on his face, but only briefly, and take in the shock yellow of the tulip instead.
Natasha blinks. She frowns. After a beat, she smiles directly at him. ]
Hey.
[ Now she says hi. Her voice is soft around the edges. Tony Stark is here in a kitchen in Italy and got suckered in by Martina from downstairs who likely did not give a shit who he was. There is a flower. It's weird and maybe a Gesture and Natasha's not sure if it's significant in any way. ]
I like yellow, [ she offers. And leaves it at that. ]
no subject
She turns. Her arms don't cross over her chest and the edge of the counter digs into the small of her back. Her eyes land on his face, but only briefly, and take in the shock yellow of the tulip instead.
Natasha blinks. She frowns. After a beat, she smiles directly at him. ]
Hey.
[ Now she says hi. Her voice is soft around the edges. Tony Stark is here in a kitchen in Italy and got suckered in by Martina from downstairs who likely did not give a shit who he was. There is a flower. It's weird and maybe a Gesture and Natasha's not sure if it's significant in any way. ]
I like yellow, [ she offers. And leaves it at that. ]