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Natasha falls.
She closes her eyes and accepts her fate.
Natasha opens her eyes, a wrench in her hand that she hands over to— "Tony?"
Tony raises a brow as he grabs the tool from her hand and proceeds to do some tinkering on the table. "Took you long enough to get to your senses, Ms. Natalie?"
Brows furrowed, Natasha takes a look around. Different materials and tools all over the floor... of a dungeon? A cave?
Catching her gaze, he smiles at her and says, "We're in the middle of building the Jericho. You know I'm about to do something... great here."
A wink, and then he's back to work.
A ring bells from the back of Natasha's mind. It flashes in her memories, the information in a folder she has read when she was Natalie.
A kidnapping. The Ten Rings. An arc reactor.
This is not...
What?
Natasha thinks she might be hallucinating, perhaps her brain trying to come up with something to ease the pain, but it does not make sense. She doesn't know what is happening; it feels like Tony does, though, so she follows along with what he's doing, thinking of this just like a mission.
She stands next to him, their shoulders bumping. The warmth of Tony's skin gives her peace that even though she's confused, even though nothing makes sense, she can pretend she's okay because Tony's with her.
"Don't worry, Nat," Tony whispers as he screws a bolt in. "If we're here, then the others should be, too."
The others. Of course. They will be here, too. Cap. Bruce. Thor. Clint.
They're strong together.
Natasha closes her eyes and leans her head on Tony's shoulder. A second later, she sits up straight and focuses her gaze.
They have a job to do.