[The obituary sucks, and it's just one more thing on top of everything else. Steve is gone again, Bucky still doesn't really trust them, and some poor kid wandered off into the snow and died of exposure. The revelation that the nanomachines they've all been injected with could potentially be used to control them is still rattling around in Natasha's mind, too. She doesn't like feeling out of control, and that's already how she feels here. Just the thought of someone or something being able to mess with her head for the millionth time makes her furious, makes her a little desperate. Mostly, though, it scares the hell out of her.
It's impossible to miss Clint punching the wall, and Natasha sees his message on the obituary, too. She stays on the network a bit longer, giving him some space, but after a while, she follows him into the bedroom. She sits beside him, leaning back against the headboard and stretching her legs out, but she doesn't say anything. Instead, she just reaches out to run her fingers through his hair. There really isn't much to say.]
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It's impossible to miss Clint punching the wall, and Natasha sees his message on the obituary, too. She stays on the network a bit longer, giving him some space, but after a while, she follows him into the bedroom. She sits beside him, leaning back against the headboard and stretching her legs out, but she doesn't say anything. Instead, she just reaches out to run her fingers through his hair. There really isn't much to say.]