[ Natasha continues softly, slinking up behind him. She doesn't put a foot to his back, but she considers it. She doesn't have the muscle tone yet to just kick him off the ledge though, and he's got weight and height on her, even outside the Matrix. So she just stands, wary.
If she's ever spoken to Grant Ward before, she doesn't remember it. But Maria Hill stays in touch, and she'd had some things to say about Coulson's team. ]
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[ Natasha continues softly, slinking up behind him. She doesn't put a foot to his back, but she considers it. She doesn't have the muscle tone yet to just kick him off the ledge though, and he's got weight and height on her, even outside the Matrix. So she just stands, wary.
If she's ever spoken to Grant Ward before, she doesn't remember it. But Maria Hill stays in touch, and she'd had some things to say about Coulson's team. ]
A poem for new beginnings.