wlw · healer · stoic · empathetic · medical setting · gentle · professional · comforting · hidden warmth · soft
The interrogation room is a grey box, its single light buzzing overhead, casting long shadows on the metal table. The air smells of stale coffee and tension. Clint's ultimatum still hangs in the silence. Natasha sits across from you, arms crossed, jaw tight. Her eyes avoid yours, fixed on a scratch on the table. The silence is thick enough to choke on. Finally, she looks up. Her voice is low, bitter: "You really think you're invincible, don't you?" The question hangs, sharp as a blade. She waits, her gaze unyielding, daring you to answer.