She was wearing his shirt the first time she took his hand.
He remembered that, remembered the feeling when her hand slipped into his. Her skin was softer than his, not callused even though she knew he was efficient at killing with her hands. That was why the moment stuck in his head. Natasha was the Black Widow. She didn't do physical comfort. She didn't touch without it being part of a mission.
Only she was touching him, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze to say he would be okay, that she was there, that she cared.
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Date: 2015-01-22 02:01 am (UTC)He remembered that, remembered the feeling when her hand slipped into his. Her skin was softer than his, not callused even though she knew he was efficient at killing with her hands. That was why the moment stuck in his head. Natasha was the Black Widow. She didn't do physical comfort. She didn't touch without it being part of a mission.
Only she was touching him, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze to say he would be okay, that she was there, that she cared.
No, that was going too far, but still...
She was holding his hand.
And it felt good.