[Natasha pauses, her head tilting slightly, less friendly than Barnes. Her eyes narrow slightly as she takes him in, a flicker of microexpression: she's assessing a threat.
An instant late, she makes eye contact.
She'd be at a disadvantage attacking immediately. Better to put him at ease.]
no subject
An instant late, she makes eye contact.
She'd be at a disadvantage attacking immediately. Better to put him at ease.]
As all right as anyone.