"I know." She says softly, nuzzling against him, trying to push away all that fear she's going to get him hurt or killed by doing this. This problem is he's one of the few people alive still that remember how the process worked.
Natasha pulls back, resting a hand on his chest, over his heart. She smiles sadly and nods. "We should get going, the planes waiting."
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Date: 2012-07-03 10:56 pm (UTC)From:Natasha pulls back, resting a hand on his chest, over his heart. She smiles sadly and nods. "We should get going, the planes waiting."