[Natasha's steps falter at that, at the information given more than she anticipated, giving her a clearer picture of certain things, connecting loose threads. It was not a pretty picture.]
Well, shit.
[She reaches out, resting her hand against the back of Pepper's shoulder, the touch light, barely there. Her gaze searches the woman's face a moment.]
no subject
Well, shit.
[She reaches out, resting her hand against the back of Pepper's shoulder, the touch light, barely there. Her gaze searches the woman's face a moment.]
The cure?