[ Natasha has to prop herself up on the wall, since her legs still go out from under her sometimes, wobbly as a newborn colt, and Tony Stark is the last man she wants seeing that. She considered waiting a while longer before saying hi, getting her strength back, but she badly needs familiarity right now. Something to stand as a benchmarker for the difference between real and not real.
But unlike Steve, Tony doesn't look that different, and he sure isn't acting that different, so score one for the theory that this is all done big hallucination. Natasha runs a hand over her scalp, a nervous gesture she's picked up and is trying to phase out before it turns into a tell. But she doesn't catch herself this time, hair prickling soothingly over her palm. ]
JARVIS?
[ She guesses shrewdly, shifting her weight to her hip, quietly judgemental. ]
Have you picked up a history book yet?
[ Or listened to one, since Zion seems pretty big on the oral traditions. ]
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But unlike Steve, Tony doesn't look that different, and he sure isn't acting that different, so score one for the theory that this is all done big hallucination. Natasha runs a hand over her scalp, a nervous gesture she's picked up and is trying to phase out before it turns into a tell. But she doesn't catch herself this time, hair prickling soothingly over her palm. ]
JARVIS?
[ She guesses shrewdly, shifting her weight to her hip, quietly judgemental. ]
Have you picked up a history book yet?
[ Or listened to one, since Zion seems pretty big on the oral traditions. ]