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[ Dryly: ]

I don't know what I'm less enthused about. The final frontier, or April.

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Sorry.

Space isn't so bad, though. I mean apart from the whole regular psychological trauma thing.

Are you trying to be reassuring?

It's not working, is it.

As in, "Space"?

[ the final frontier? no? ]

Do you want me to be kind, or actually answer that question.

As in.

[ Space. ]

Well, that's.

[ not new. but never good. ]

Old friends?

A few. [ A concession, more than not.

Though: ]

But no you.

[ he nods, understanding.

then furrows his brow. ] In space? That's. That's probably a good thing.

You did ask about friends.

I did.

[ stop making him smile. ]

So, why the dread?

[ Black Widow: Hulk Whisperer. ]

Saying fear of the unknown seems cliche, even to me. [ And inaccurate as it is accurate. ]

We can call it healthy caution, if you want.

[ don't tell fury. ~~as if he doesn't already know.~~ ]

I think we're both case studies in how healthy caution would've done some good.

[ but hearing the word fear from natasha... he lowers his voice. ] How bad is it?

[ Her expression shutters. Minutely, briefly. Maybe not at all. ]

The next time I see you, we're taking a vacation.

[ last time they did that, it was after discussing her taking a hiatus. if concern flickers over his otherwise nonchalant features, well. ]

Not that I'm complaining, but... we might be running out of secluded places Tony doesn't already own.

[ Softly: ]

So we'll stay home.

[ home. ]

Yeah. [ he reaches out his hand, fingers resting to parallel the veins of her forearm. ] Okay. But that, uh. It requires you being in one piece. Space or not.

[ She— pauses, blinks down at that point of contact. Not that it surprises, necessarily, but— ]

You almost sound concerned for me.

[ Amusement that shows clearer in her eyes rather than the set of her mouth. ]

Figure out how to write me a postcard.

[ concerned? yeah, he's that. among other things. but there's nothing he can do, and nothing she wants him to do, so. ]

Maybe for the other guy.

[ the amusement's a feedback loop: her eyes, sparkling; his mouth, lopsided. both intensifying. ]

Astrophysics was never one of my PhDs.

So long as we still know each other, April can't come quick enough. I've gotta be seventy years overdue a haircut.

[ A tsk, the click of her tongue against the roof of her mouth. ]

It's a good thing I don't like men in armor.

Don't forget the face mask.

Yeah, 'cause you'd be spoiled for opportunities otherwise.

[ the humor's rich in his voice now, a deep honeyed sarcasm. but it does remind him: ]

Is Steve there? Or Tony?

Now that's done wonders for my youthful skin.

[ Easily, simply: ]

It'll be good to see you.

[ Which is tantamount to I miss you. (Russians and their sentiment.) ]

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