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❛  don’t——   ❜  she began, stopping as he did. don’t bullshit me, were the words poised to jump from her tongue. nat had learned long ago what kind of destruction could come from someone worming their way under your skin and festering, pushing until you broke. she’d had more blood on her hands than most ( more than him ? she doesn’t know ), and she certainly knew what it looked like. he changed his approach, and so did she, brow rising higher on her forehead as she awaited whatever story he was ready to spin. no gun was in her grasp, but that didn’t mean that the former spy didn’t have a few tricks up her sleeves, or that she wasn’t a weapon in her own right. despite the way her stance may have appeared casual to an onlooker, the black widow was prepared for a fight if it came down to it. 

without relaxing, she let out a slow breath when he seemingly thought better of telling tall tales, and her arms came out in front of her, as if open to whatever he had to say ——as if she was ready to listen.  ❛   okay. how ‘bout you tell me exactly what happened here——  ❜   a wry smile found its way to her lips, though there was no amusement in her eyes as she watched him, warily, never letting her guard down.  ❛  ——and i’ll decide what we’re going to do with you.   ❜

_{as much as he would have loved to explain what exactly happened, a part of him knew it would only lead him into worse trouble. not that he could get into more trouble than he already was, but there was always a possibility that he’d spend the rest of his life in a small cell. a cell, that would have been a walk in the park compared to what would happen if he was ever  forcefully sent back home. at least then, he’d be safe – for a time -, but everyone got what they deserved… even if it wasn’t anything close to what they necessarily wanted.}

_{❛ we had  a disagreement. ❜ wrong, it  was far more than that; ky started a fight, he got angry, and he didn’t hold back. for an instant, he actually thought that he didn’t need to hold back. one dead body  wasn’t anything to lift an eyebrow at. he’d been under control for weeks – longer than he had anytime before. he was actually avoiding anything that could get him  ‘noticed’ and then this.  ❛ it’s not the first time it’s happened  either – i just… ❜ and then he  trailed off as he leaned his back against a wall.  ❛ i don’t know. ❜}