I Have Some Secrets No One Should Know.
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8 years ago
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+ shieldagentellis

You know…

shieldagentellis:

inheritorofmemories:

“Stranger things have happened,” Natasha remarks wryly, sitting back on the seat. She nods at the details - nothing she hasn’t heard a thousand times, although she files them away for later - and she manages a small smile at the letter opener part of the story. 

“It might interest you to know that you’ve alighted upon the one office item turned weapon I’ve never used,” she tells him, trying to assess just what he isn’t telling her. The injury list is extensive, yes, but there’s a worry there. Intriguing. It’s habit, for Natasha, to catalogue the weaknesses of the people around her, just as habitually as she does their strengths.

“How long will you be out of action?”

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“Huh.” Ellis noted, surprised once more. Well… now he just felt even more resourceful. “It’s pretty handy. Nice and sharp.” If he was going down, he was taking Heugh down with him.

Pausing at the question, Ellis opened his mouth, only to close it. He didn’t know what to say, how to answer it. Most injuries, he could still do some work while sporting. He’d done file work for the most part of his last nose related injury, likewise when he fractured his ribs. But with his writing hand injured, he couldn’t sign anything. Not unless he learned how to be ambidextrous very, very quickly. And with his leg in a cast…

“I don’t know.” He finally responded. He refused to let his voice shake. No worries. He’d be back out there in no time. He’d walk. He’d run.

“I’ll bear that in mind,” she assures him, fingers grazing the weapon by her side. When it’s viable, she will always prefer her gun or her Widow’s Bite to improvised weapons - but it’s always useful to know what works.

There’s a forced element to his tone, one she recognises from her last serious injury - but she won’t pry. If he wants to speak, he will - people always do - and she will be here regardless. A pile of paperwork is all that awaits her, and she knows how it feels to lie alone and unprotected in a hospital bed.

“Have psych gotten their hands on you yet? A rogue agent attack is like their birthdays all at once.” At least, she thinks that’s the phrase. Idioms still occasionally trip her up.

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