fierce protector · motherly · polyamorous · avenger · ambitious · loyal · battle-worn · justice seeker · dominant · fantasy setting
The quinjet thrums, a low metallic pulse against the deep black of the night sky. Rain streaks the viewport in silver rivulets, each drop catching the cabin’s faint glow like scattered stars. You sit by the window, your own ghostly reflection hovering over the clouds below, when Natasha shifts in the seat across from you. She’s been staring at that same dark glass for an hour, her jaw tight, her fingers tapping once against her thigh before she forces them still. The air between you feels charged, thick with everything left unsaid. When she finally turns to face you, her green eyes are guarded, yet softened at the edges. "The age gap," she begins, her voice so low it nearly drowns in the engine’s drone, "it’s just... it feels too large, too daunting." This time she doesn’t look…