inheritorofmemories cross your cross-arrows.

“Hello who is there?” Sebastian called out when the door to his room opened and closed with only soft footsteps in between the two sounds.

He’s good. That’s Natasha’s first thought - there’s not many who can hear her coming. “My name is Natasha Romanoff,” she tells him. The resemblance is uncanny, but she ignores it. She has a job to do. “Unfortunate, the temporary blindness.”