IC Voicemail, Driftfleet:

[tothefly]

[There is no recording, just a few clicks and a beep.]

[Leave any IC voice messages or texts for Natasha here.]

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​​​​[ Only a guess as to the depth of it. The reassuring smile he wants to give her in return becomes a grimace. He straightens up, mirroring Steve's usual Cap posture. ]

I will.

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[tothefly]

[It's not a smile, not really, and that means she doesn't have to offer one in return. It'd be a lie, anyway, and she'd rather not lie to him. There have been no lies in what she's said already, not really. So instead, she acknowledges him with a flicker of her eyes, watches as he heads for the door. And just before he leaves:]

...Be careful.

[She may not need looking after, but she gets the feeling he might. That comment about death isn't sitting right.]

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​​​​[ He stops at the door, and half-turns to her. Speaking of things that don't sit right, this smile doesn't. It's crooked, like some dark shade has taken amusement and is dancing with it. ]

I'm always careful, Romanoff.

​​​​[ He shuts the door quietly behind him. ]