[Something about that finally clicks with her. It's the tone, probably. She's spent so many years with him on dangerous missions—or a version of him—so she listens instinctively.
And, just like that, something about her changes. Her posture loosens, her expression clearing, and then she looks down at her hand and sees the blood, and exhales. Shit. It hurts to open her hand when she hands him the shiv, and when she pulls her hand away, it's obvious that the metal has left deep cuts in her palm. Natasha opens and closes her hand experimentally, wincing slightly as she does.]
Huh. Looks like I got too excited.
[She's brushing it off automatically. Obviously, that isn't what it was. Obviously, something was affecting her, but it's easier to act like it was nothing. This is Steve, but he's different, and so her walls are still up, at least a little.]
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And, just like that, something about her changes. Her posture loosens, her expression clearing, and then she looks down at her hand and sees the blood, and exhales. Shit. It hurts to open her hand when she hands him the shiv, and when she pulls her hand away, it's obvious that the metal has left deep cuts in her palm. Natasha opens and closes her hand experimentally, wincing slightly as she does.]
Huh. Looks like I got too excited.
[She's brushing it off automatically. Obviously, that isn't what it was. Obviously, something was affecting her, but it's easier to act like it was nothing. This is Steve, but he's different, and so her walls are still up, at least a little.]