Nov 19, 2011 17:38
It's not until she's witnessed them both safely under one roof that is neither delapidated nor the perch of a costumed vigilante that Natalia feels she can breathe again. Jason is a lump beneath his bedsheets, and James a tense shadow in the door. "Come," she says quietly, stripping off her gauntlets and wishing she could do more, that she could peel away the events of the last three days as readily. James, at least, comes willingly when she pulls him from the door.
"Enough now. Rest."
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