That comment earns her a little chuckle. Steve shakes his head and shoots a glance at her, still methodically running the brush over the horse's flank. "There was a gal I knew back home who made it her job to try and set me up with someone. It was kind of funny, really. Even when we were on missions she'd still throw suggestions at me and call it multitasking. I'll tell you what I told her. I'm looking for someone with a little more common life experience."
Talking about Natasha makes him physically ache a bit, his shoulders hunching slightly as if in pain. He's made a point not to think much about her and her sacrifice, trying to focus on fitting in, so mentioning her now feels like tearing a bandaid off a gouge that wasn't properly cleaned or cared for.
"You'd have liked her," he finds himself saying. "Natasha. She was smart, funny... one of the most skilled fighters I've ever seen. We went through hell together. She sacrificed herself to save everyone else and I think I'm still a little mad at her for it." He doesn't know why he's telling Éomer this; until now, he's been fairly tight-lipped about many things. He's spoken in vague terms about the war he fought in, about the battles with the Avengers, about a few of his colleagues, but much of his life is a mystery to the people who have taken him in.
He clears his throat and smiles again. "Sorry. You have enough problems without me unloading mine on you, too."
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Date: 2019-08-10 10:46 pm (UTC)Talking about Natasha makes him physically ache a bit, his shoulders hunching slightly as if in pain. He's made a point not to think much about her and her sacrifice, trying to focus on fitting in, so mentioning her now feels like tearing a bandaid off a gouge that wasn't properly cleaned or cared for.
"You'd have liked her," he finds himself saying. "Natasha. She was smart, funny... one of the most skilled fighters I've ever seen. We went through hell together. She sacrificed herself to save everyone else and I think I'm still a little mad at her for it." He doesn't know why he's telling Éomer this; until now, he's been fairly tight-lipped about many things. He's spoken in vague terms about the war he fought in, about the battles with the Avengers, about a few of his colleagues, but much of his life is a mystery to the people who have taken him in.
He clears his throat and smiles again. "Sorry. You have enough problems without me unloading mine on you, too."