Yes, and by the looks of how many of you are turning up my door, irresistible too.
Hardly. but being on the list of wanted criminals has a lot to do.
You’re lucky I haven’t shot you yet. Go, shoo. I’ve no time for you and your kin.
Am I? I don’t feel that lucky. Aren’t you always so charming?
Natasha nodded, wiping the rest of her tears away and looking up at James. “I’m not seeing anything out of the ordinary anymore, so yes, I think I am.” Taking a deep breath, the spy ran a hand through her hair, trying to relax as the adrenaline was leaving her system.
If there was one thing she hated, it was having her mind messed with to the point where she hurt her friends.
"I know you’ve been through worse, but still… I don’t know what came over me. I kept seeing things that couldn’t have been real, so when I saw you, I didn’t think you were real either."
"Yes, figured it by the way you looked at me, as if I was some kind of ghost, or worse. I’m real and myself, or I was the last time I checked." James reassured her smiling softly. Maybe she needed some sense of familiarity after that. It seemed to be over just as she said but there was no real way to be sure until some more minutes had passed. "I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t wait out there for you to open, I’m sorry I came at you like that." He said looking down for a second.
"You need something? You still look more pale than usual, maybe something to drink would help you." He offered her, standing up again to look around her place. He hadn’t been there, so it had been quite a first visit.