[Private Spam for Natashas]

[worldsbestmarksman]

[When Mal makes a post Clint does a quick search of the ship. He'd hidden for different reasons, taking time to heal his broken arm. It's still in a sling but they say he'll heal fast.

It's a hell of a place. This ship. In more ways then one. When he stops in front of her room he taps on her door, two sharp taps and a long one.

Then he speaks.]

...Go ahead, open the door so you can laugh at my mullet.

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[persuadeyou]

[She rubs at her forehead, scratching her eyebrow. She doesn't make idle gestures, so the fact that she is now says something. She's uncomfortable. She wants to wallow, she doesn't want to eat, she just wants to sit here, and think about every bad thing she ever did for the Red Room - so she can forget them again.

She shrugs, finally, and nods.] Yeah, sure, if it'll make you feel better.

[worldsbestmarksman]

[He rises] I just want to make sure you're okay Natasha.

[persuadeyou]

I'll be fine. [She makes her voice firm, nods, even lets a smile creep into the corner of her mouth. Natasha knows how to play pretend better than anything, and she knows how to seem normal.]

I just need some time to work it out of my system.

[worldsbestmarksman]

[Outwardly he falls for it...inwardly he's not convinced. Prepare to be tailed Natasha.] ....You sure?

[persuadeyou]

[Bring it. It'll still be a fe days before she leaves her room. :c But she gives him a small smile, and nods.]

I'll be fine, [she repeats.]