[ suffered worse... william. natasha thinks of his home and how tightlipped he's remained; how they originally bonded over blood spilt. her stomach tightens and drops.
she's spent too much time away from the apartment, avoiding bucky. she wasn't here to observe anything will might have let slip, a shadow under the eyes or rounding of the shoulders, posture normally so precise. natasha curses her own selfishness, not having been here to notice, to offer support, even if it might have been turned down. ]
i'm so sorry, will. may i come down the hall for a visit? i can bring woodford reserve as a third party.
[ It is on the tip of his fingers (so to speak) to tell her that he really is alright. That he understood why she had been avoiding the penthouse, and while it might not sound good to say he was used to dealing with these things on his own, it was a genuine truth.
But instead of typing that out, he recognized that this might not be just about him. It might be supportive for her as well. ]
Woodford Reserve is always the magic word. I'm in my office, door is unlocked.
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natasha thinks of his home and how tightlipped he's remained; how they originally bonded over blood spilt.
her stomach tightens and drops.
she's spent too much time away from the apartment, avoiding bucky. she wasn't here to observe anything will might have let slip, a shadow under the eyes or rounding of the shoulders, posture normally so precise. natasha curses her own selfishness, not having been here to notice, to offer support, even if it might have been turned down. ]
i'm so sorry, will.
may i come down the hall for a visit? i can bring woodford reserve as a third party.
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But instead of typing that out, he recognized that this might not be just about him. It might be supportive for her as well. ]
Woodford Reserve is always the magic word. I'm in my office, door is unlocked.