night still comes
[he makes a somewhat undignified noise as she piles onto him, trying to spin around to see who was accosting him but unable to do it without taking her with him. after a moment, his posture deflates, and some warning remark is very nearly on the tip of his tongue- about she shouldn’t do that- but he withholds it.
when she comes around, he smiles back, equally appreciative but more ‘spastically anxious’ than reassuring. nothing new there. with a nod, he lifts up one of the water bottle cases] Sadly, yes I am.
Come on, Bruce. Let’s turn that frown upside down. There are people to help. [After draping some of the blankets over his shoulder and resting the others atop one of the cases of water, she grabs the second case and begins to make her way over to the nearest tent. There are tables set up with others providing medical care and food only feet away. Natasha would be lying if she said she didn’t feel even a bit out of place. Sure, she was used to being on the front lines of this sort of disaster by now but in a very different way. This was sort of Bruce’s area of expertise] Somehow, it looks worse than it did last night.