[Natasha, of course, is the type to sleep with a knife on her at all times. Multiple knives. Details. She's awake as soon as she hears Stephen scramble up, letter opener in one hand. He paws at her and she flinches, sucking in a sharp breath, and god, he's lucky she registers that it's him. Her voice comes out sharp and calm, free hand gripping his arm as she sits up.]
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Strange. What happened?