Appointments Post

[widows_kiss]

[DATE] | [VOICE / ACTION / WRITTEN]


~ STANDING APPOINTMENTS ~
Daily:
Early morning run
CH5 Avengers Breakfast
Training Session at the Battle Dome

Other:
Friday: 8AM Coffee Date with Pepper

Comments

Re: November 11 | Action

[widows_kiss]

"Pepper." Natasha's voice has softened a hint as she meets the other woman's gaze, still steady and composed, but there's sympathy and understanding in her gaze. Her fingers twine and loosen in an absent gesture, still visible on the table top. "I'm sorry. Everything happened so fast. I did what I needed to do, but that doesn't mean... I didn't like what I had to do. I still don't, but that doesn't make it less necessary. I felt - I still feel - that this needed to come from Billy himself. I'm just sorry that it made this hurt worse for you."

Re: November 11 | Action

[handing]

"No; it didn't happen fast at all." Perhaps events that Pepper didn't know about had gone by rapidly, but this wasn't a choice Natasha held to for a matter of minutes. Weeks had gone by, marked by so many moments that felt like agony under her skin. Especially at the beginning, when every single second felt sharper than the pain of torture she'd been put through at home. She'd been burned alive, and what Billy had done was still so much worse. But things had actually started to get better; they'd started to heal, and then this.

Pepper shook her head, wondering if the woman across from her really understood just how long it had been. What those thirty days had been filled with.

"I trusted you. More than anyone besides Tony." She swallowed back emotions that were too strong, her gaze lowering to the table for a moment, just a moment before she could meet Natasha's eyes again. Her composure was cracking, nails biting into her palms from where she had her hands closed too tightly. Pepper moved to her feet, knowing she couldn't stay here any longer. She couldn't do this, because the apologies weren't enough. They just--weren't.

Re: November 11 | Action

[widows_kiss]

"I know." Natasha stays where she is, her voice quiet, her gaze taking in the signs of Pepper's crumbling composure. She doesn't offer another apology - words aren't going to fix this. At the moment, she's not sure what will, beyond more time, and that... hadn't worked so well the first time around. She'd made her choice, there wasn't anything she could do about it now.