It wasn't luck. Natasha was paranoid enough to carry it with her at all times.
"Xavier's going to have to go through his head." She hated the idea, but her son's head needed to be straightened out. Perhaps they had let it stay like it was for too long. It should have been done months ago.
"I need a drink. Tea preferably." Surprisingly enough she hadn't had a drop of alcohol since before the car bombing.
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