"Thank you."
He finds himself staring into those eyes. Those incredible, mysterious eyes. He's been lost in those eyes before.
No. Not those eyes. Someone else's.
He looks down, to focus on massaging her wrist.
"I've met villainous versions of my friends in various worlds," he admits. "But that always seems to be the exception. In almost every world, Natasha, you've been similar to the woman I... know." There's the briefest hesitation there. She might not have noticed it. Maybe. "You believe, as I do, that you can make a difference. And today... you will."
He lets go of her wrist.
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