She stops once more when he questions what she wants and she looks back at him, a little surprised to see that he's already prepared to go out and get her something. Her eyes move to the sky to get a feel on what time it is, an she's already tired after her long day... "Rabbit." She nods her head toward him, eyes searching him curiously as if she's uncertain as to whether or not he'll actually be able to bring something back on such short notice. He's acting as if she just asked him to run out to Wendy's. "It's small and it'll take less work. I need a lot of time for large game."
She offers a polite smile, mostly because she knows that she should, before she disappears into the house and she starts the fire. He's got some wood left but she's going to have to cut more tomorrow, which is fine; anything to keep her busy. Natasha feels as if her entire life has fallen apart all at once, she doesn't know what her next step is and she's never felt this aimless before. It was always simple, finding the next step. She followed orders in Russia, and then she told herself that she would be different. She would make choices that could help people, and the difference that she'd make in the world was going to matter. She was supposed to be working for the good guys.
Maybe she can't tell the difference anymore.
She's alone and her walls of self defense slowly lower, and for a moment after starting the fire Natasha simply sits on the floor in front of it and allows herself to feel. Depressed. Angry. Disappointed. Not at her superiors, but at herself. She should have known better. When had she become so foolish?
Her guard isn't thrown back up until she hears the screen door finally move, and Natasha half glances over her shoulder when Jasper finally comes in. She has no idea how much time has passed. "How did it go?" She finally turns to look at him more completely, but she looks weary now. "Did you find what you were looking for?"
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She offers a polite smile, mostly because she knows that she should, before she disappears into the house and she starts the fire. He's got some wood left but she's going to have to cut more tomorrow, which is fine; anything to keep her busy. Natasha feels as if her entire life has fallen apart all at once, she doesn't know what her next step is and she's never felt this aimless before. It was always simple, finding the next step. She followed orders in Russia, and then she told herself that she would be different. She would make choices that could help people, and the difference that she'd make in the world was going to matter. She was supposed to be working for the good guys.
Maybe she can't tell the difference anymore.
She's alone and her walls of self defense slowly lower, and for a moment after starting the fire Natasha simply sits on the floor in front of it and allows herself to feel. Depressed. Angry. Disappointed. Not at her superiors, but at herself. She should have known better. When had she become so foolish?
Her guard isn't thrown back up until she hears the screen door finally move, and Natasha half glances over her shoulder when Jasper finally comes in. She has no idea how much time has passed. "How did it go?" She finally turns to look at him more completely, but she looks weary now. "Did you find what you were looking for?"