{—— Heavy pants filled the air. Lungs doing their best jobs to soak up much needed air into deprived lungs.Skin turned ghastly white over strained knuckles. she seemed to be able to collect herself rather quickly especially for a near death experience. At her response a light nod was given her tone sounding more like nails on a chalk board from lack of oxygen. Waters grip still holding her vocal chords stringing them into deep depths. Graceful limbs were now ridged and rusted from fatigue all sinews creaking in agony. Dizziness pushed her around a slight wave of motions following the gingers uprising. At the last statement lips quirked up his eyes shining with mischief . }
“ I may not be the most well
B E H A V E D boy in neverland, but i play fair.“
{—— However the piper never played games he didnt know he’d win. The pink muscle convinced behind ivory teeth rolled around clicking against the roof of his mouth before rolling around and falling back into place. His smile broadened , crouching down to her height his arm lazily draped over a propped up knee, boring into her eyes. }
” Looks like we got us a L O S T girl.”
As a former agent, Natasha knew that when matters got rough you could not sit back and allow the world to engulf you. No, you had to stand your ground, hold your head up high, and continue battling through the storm. Such actions remained the same for this unfortunate case, and despite the deeply rooted aches in her bones and the pounding within her head, The Widow knew she could not appear weak; because appearing vulnerable in an unfamiliar world would only lead to cold, dead heart.
The first words to flutter from his tongue earned him a hard glare; brows tugging together and lips pulled shut. Her mind was calculating, and whilst he may have played fair, Natasha Romanoff did not. She would play vulnerable – weak enough to get close and just enough to crawl underneath his skin.
She would strike when the moment was right.
Her eyes locked with his as he crouched down in front of her. Such boyish features sculpted upon an ivory canvas; features that could be deemed innocent at first glance, but the spider could draw the poison from his eyes. It would be such a shame if a pretty face like his got burnt.
❝ Are you often this welcoming?❞
– There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone. She lost a bet, almost died in the hands of his game, and was now ‘rewarded’ by becoming one of his Lost Girls. It was anything but a warm welcome into his world.