Natasha didn't rush to her son like she wanted to. Misha was still holding a weapon and was being very unpredictable. It was better to play it safe than be sorry.
"Honey, let me help you," she said softly as she took one and only one step toward him. "Mom's here and I want to help you because I love you. I've always loved you and always will." She kept the tranq in her hand, ready to use if needed.
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