[ Natasha starts with brushing it off, acting as if he she couldn't have a clue why she would have looked that way to him, and Steve's willing to let her get away with it. If there's something she feels that she has to keep from him, then that's her choice and he won't push it. He's going to let it go, but then her face falls and her shoulders buckle and that tells him all he needs to know before she even says anything.
It hits him like a punch to the solar plexus and he sucks in a breath. He suddenly wants to find some other explanation, some other meaning, because the possibility that Natasha came here from her death is too terrible to accept.
Either way, he needs to hear it directly from her to truly believe it. After a too-long pause Steve pushes himself to his feet, swaying slightly under his own weight given that his body is still so robbed of Chroma. ]
We should head back and dry off. Then you can tell me about it. If you're willing to, anyway.
[ Whether or not that happens, he's definitely going to need some more physical contact to keep him from collapsing all over again. Steve's not used to being this out of sorts around people, but he doesn't mind as much when it's Natasha. ]
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It hits him like a punch to the solar plexus and he sucks in a breath. He suddenly wants to find some other explanation, some other meaning, because the possibility that Natasha came here from her death is too terrible to accept.
Either way, he needs to hear it directly from her to truly believe it. After a too-long pause Steve pushes himself to his feet, swaying slightly under his own weight given that his body is still so robbed of Chroma. ]
We should head back and dry off. Then you can tell me about it. If you're willing to, anyway.
[ Whether or not that happens, he's definitely going to need some more physical contact to keep him from collapsing all over again. Steve's not used to being this out of sorts around people, but he doesn't mind as much when it's Natasha. ]