[Natasha keeps her story to herself, and he can barely catch any glimpses of it. Over the network in short lines and through the careful way she fights, all spirit and confidence.
Balanced. Making a battle look like a dance, even when the odds are against them. But here, on the station as the darkness crowds in on him, she's like a soothing balm to the storm that threatens to sweep him off to sea.
Or back to his nightmares.
The endless expanse of shadows in a deserted town and the eternity that passed in the blink of an eye.]
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[Natasha keeps her story to herself, and he can barely catch any glimpses of it. Over the network in short lines and through the careful way she fights, all spirit and confidence.
Balanced. Making a battle look like a dance, even when the odds are against them. But here, on the station as the darkness crowds in on him, she's like a soothing balm to the storm that threatens to sweep him off to sea.
Or back to his nightmares.
The endless expanse of shadows in a deserted town and the eternity that passed in the blink of an eye.]
We can never go back home. Not really.