Summary: In which the reader, a Raen Au Ra healer, realizes they are the beloved Nhaama of Magnai Oronir.
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“Are you my Nhaama?”
The question catches you off-guard. It yanks you from your thoughts so suddenly that you scarcely have enough time to turn your eyes to the source.
So focused had you been on tending to a young Oronir warrior, the approach of another is the last thing on your mind--the footsteps all but numbed from your perception when compared to ensuring the gash on the young boy’s arm is sufficiently bandaged.
Though you have been a guest of the Oronir for but a week, you've already learned to deal with the prodding attention of its older warriors. Those who assume they know more than you, some still who see your work as useless--and some, though very few, who see your light-colored scales and say nothing at all, gazes hard and suspicion clear.
It's a healer’s job to heal. To care for people who need help. Though you may have not seen yourself traveling upon the Azim Steppe but few months before, you have long-since accepted to go where fate guides you.
So of course, in the presence of such a large Xaela tribe, you had expected the presence of others to interrupt your hands as they bandage wounds, your thoughts as you channel careful aether into ill bodies.
However, the sight of Magnai himself, leader to the Oronir, falls far beyond such feeble assumption. It's rare to see him, rarer still to see him outside of the throne room, for you have only seen him but twice before.
Once to allow you upon the Dawn Throne, and once to offer you extended blessings for your work upon the tribe. The latter of which was three days ago, when you realized how deep injuries from the previous battle had run across the tribe's members.
But neither time did you feel nearly as afraid as you do now at his approach, his strides long and hurried, reaching you in but a breath of time from the moment your eyes finally lay upon his grand form.
Worry creeps up into your words as you speak despite the desperate efforts to keep the tone even.
“W-what....did you say, r-radiant brother M-Magnai?
Surprise fills your veins and keeps you frozen in place, eyes wide as the moon as the man approaches you. A look of fire burns in his gaze as he stops at last, but a stride or two in front of you, keeping a distance though he looks like a predator readied to pounce.
“My Nhaama,” the leader repeats, tone firm and as unyielding as the rest of his being.
The word is more familiar in mind than upon your tongue, for it is a Xaela word for a Au Ra belief.
You blink, trying to let the thoughts catch up to you, recalling the significance of what the Xaela call the Dusk Mother--Nhaama--and how it ties so intricately with the Oronir tribe.
How Magnai, believing himself to be the mortal-born Dawn Father, known as Azim to the Xaela, searches endlessly for his lover--his equal and destined Nhaama.
To hear him accuse, no, to question if you are such a one as that...
You know not what to say. But the silence at least is not long-lasting, for the leader of the Oronir is quick to speak.
“For years have I wondered if my Nhaama would be born outside of the Steppe, less so outside of the Xaela--but after many sunfalls of thought, such sense does it make at last!”
Magnai’s words are filled with such warmth and energy, an excitement that mirrored that of a child--you can't help but feel a heat across your cheeks as you listen and look upon the man, rising slowly to your feet to but come barely to his chest.
“Just as Azim took on the form of the Xaela, so too might the sun’s own fated one be of the Raen--a union of Dusk and Dawn, of Sun and Moon. An ethereal maiden of healing as if blessed by the Dusk Mother herself--I have seen how your gentle touch has already healed the brave warriors who follow the Sun.”
The words, spoken with such flourish and care, leave you without a single sound in your throat. All you can do is stare at the man, still frozen, still silent, taking in all he has to say.
“You have found your way home at last, into the warm embrace of the Sun’s court, for the Oronir--for the heavenly Sun himself--have been waiting for you. My sweet, beloved Nhaama.”
From around the Dawn Throne’s land, people approach. Young and old step into the open area, if only to explore the commotion of noise of their leader’s booming voice, for Magnai did naught to keep his confident declarations of love quiet.
You can see them all as they grow nearer, some trying to hide their curiosity behind the edges of nearby tents, and others yet who cared if they were seen watching with crossed arms and quirked brows. Buduga and Oronir warriors alike, all watching in a slowly-gathering crowd, gazes fixed upon the grand Xaela warrior at its center, and the small Raen healer who he stood in front of in but a grand display, arms outstretched and tail lashing behind him in that same child-like excitement.
The beat of your heart is rapid. It hammers hard in your chest, making your blood rush and your head feel dizzy. Thoughts come too rapidly for you to catch. Like sand through loosely-bound fingers, they slip through. All you can do is stand and behold Magnai in all of his show, his burning attention upon you and you alone.
Despite it all, your eyes remain locked with his. You heard his words, yes, but they scarcely pierce through your swirling emotions. For as many experiences you’ve held close to your chest, for as many near-deaths, fears, hopes and dreams that you’ve clutched in the years since birth, never once did you feel an emotion quite like the one filling your chest now.
It feels warm. It feels radiant. It feels comforting and familiar.
Like a switch, a button, something flipped inside of your heart. A revelation crashed through your mind like an ocean of water, threatening to swallow you whole, to drown you in its never-ending pressure. One of your hands reached up to your own chest, fingertips digging into the cloth that lay over your heart as if you had to keep it from jumping out.
And still you met Magnai’s gaze.
Without meaning to, you take a step forward.
You take another, and then a third.
Magnai is still as you approach him, closing the last few strides of a gap between your forms, until he is close enough to reach out and touch. He makes no move nor shift. Though he could all but reach out and grab you the man keeps himself still, as if but the slightest motion may scare you away.
The warmth in your chest only grows as you get close to him, getting hotter until it’s a burning radiance of emotion you can but barely describe, of which the Oronir leader is the undeniable source.
Careful. Cautious. Unsure.
You reach a hand up, fingertips shyly brushing across the side of the man’s face. Though you struggle for a few moments to reach him comfortably upon the tips of your toes, Magnai wordlessly leans down enough that you can lay your palm flat over the curve of his cheek, fingertips against the texture of his obsidian scales as black as night.
And then, you feel compelled to speak. A deep instinct bubbles within your chest. It is primal, the feeling, and one you cannot stop.
“You are my Sun.”
It feels as natural as breathing.
"My...Azim."
If not for how you looked so closely upon Magnai’s face, you might have missed the way his eyes widen, glimmering golden in the light of the sun above. You might miss how his lips tremble or his body shakes. The man’s brows knit tight above his eyes in a range of emotions untrained or simply unprepared, the words a key to an ocean of raw feelings he too was not ready to feel.
And all the while, to the outside world, the two of you stand in silence.
Magnai finally reaches a hand up to your face. His fingertips lightly stroke across one of your horns, as if committing the shape and texture already to his memory.
“You are the most beautiful thing ever to grace the vision of the Sun.”
His words are a whisper, spoken soft and intimate for only the two of you to hear. After a moment longer you feel the man’s hand shift, cupping one side of your face against his palm; the touch is warm, fingertips calloused from years of training and battle.
Your heart sings for the simple gesture.
“I...” you start, heartbeat beginning to race again as you take in the moment. “I don’t understand what’s going on....why I feel this way...”
“Worry not, my Nhaama, you will learn the details of your journey to me in time.” Magnai reaches his other hand out to cup your face completely, thumbs gently rubbing over the curve of your cheekbone, as if tracing the lines of your scales. “Know only that you will be loved and cared for in all of your years under the embrace of the Sun. I have found you at last.”
At last his hands move, arms reaching around your body to tug you against him--you offer no rejection, just a soft noise of surprise as you feel your form press flush to his. Your face instinctively nuzzles against where it reaches of the man’s chest before your eyes peer up to meet Magnai’s own once more.
In but one breathless moment he pulls you up and into his arms, lifting you off your feet enough so that neither he nor you have to strain to reach eachother’s lips.
There is no hesitation in how your mouths meet, and neither is there issue with the shape of your horns and his. It is truly an exhilarating thought, a revaluation, your bodies and faces and lips meeting as if you were truly crafted to be with one another.
Though you feel a gentle pressure of his horns sliding against your own, there is nothing to stop him from claiming your lips with tongue and teeth, from growling into the kiss in a manner that only vaguely reminds that you have an audience of Oronir and Buduga still watching the union before their very eyes.
Before you could think to pull away, Magnai has long-since felt the subtle change in the pressure of your lips. His face pulls back just enough, though your foreheads still touch, breaths mingling delicately across one another’s skin.
“I have found you at last,” the man murmurs lowly, making no effort to release you or allowing you out of his arms. “And now that I have you, my beautiful Nhaama, I will never let you go.”
May I please request some hcs with Thancred and an au ra!wol who loves to nuzzle him with their horns out of love?
Written by @runningwolf62
Thancred doesn't realize right away why you nuzzle him with your horns but allows it. He's too friendly, too sweet, too loving of his fellow scions to deny you this quirk. You learn what spot seems to tickle him, you love the way his laugh vibrates through your horns.
Once he figures out, the man becomes a menace. Every chance he get he traces his hand along your horns, his fingers mapping out every ridge and curve of them. You have zoned out of so many Scions meetings under the feeling of his fingers over your horns.
Some nights the two of you lay together and he he pulls you to him so your horns lay against his throat. Those are the nights he sings. Songs learned in the streets of Limsa are crude but his voice makes them lovely. There are other songs, softer songs. You're not sure where your bard learned them but you love the way he lets his songs travel through your horns.
"Now you're just doing it to mess up my hair," he tries to fix his bangs as as you rub against his cheek."You can't prove that," you nuzzle into him, "but you look good with messy hair."
Loki x Reader - Lesson Four: It’s Important to Feel Comfortable
Requested by Anon: I have an idea for another aura fic where she is in a big battle with everyone else, and as she is almost killed by a bad guy, her aura pulsates like a supernova and sends everything in a ten foot radius flying! She doesn’t know how she did the aura pulse, nor does she have control over it, so another lesson ensues to try and master the pulse!
A/N: *whispers* I love this one so much. eep. Also this title took me 20 years to come up with and I don’t like it I’m sorry. It doesn’t do this fic justice. In the process I came up with a title for another “lesson” so. Request away so I can use it. And another also, I’m posting this at a different time than normal bc I just finished it and I want to get it out as soon as possible bc I love it but then I had laptop troubles but I’ll probably reblog it tomorrow to make sure ppl see it bc I’ve seen other writing blogs do that... phew I’m kind of a crazy mess right now but writing this aura reader made me feel a lot better.
Other aura reader stuff:
Lesson One: Know Who You’re Up Against
Lesson Two: Leave the Past Alone
Lesson Three: Choose Your Words Wisely
Introductions
Ghost
“Have I taught you nothing?” Loki’s annoyed voice rang into my ear.
“Essentially!” I spat back, wiping debris and sweat off my face. Loki had been pissing me off so much today, and the fact that I was losing every battle I engaged in did not help.
“Get away from that one; I’ll handle him,” Loki barked. I sat straight up.
“No! I got it!” My feet slid in the dirt as I stood up, but I managed. My head swirled when I got to my feet and it took me a few seconds to catch my breath, but I quickly reengaged with the guy I was fighting. He was a scrawny dude, but his weapon was the biggest problem. He kept knocking me off my feet and catching me off guard, not giving me a chance to recompose.
“Stay one step ahead of him! Don’t let-”
I shut my earpiece off with a short growl, and summoned my aura to launch my body into the air, shooting wing-like shapes into the air in the color of my aura. I dodged the shots fired at me with ease, then dove in, trying to knock the weapon out of his hands. My efforts were in vain, and with a huff, I hovered back up in the air. Before I had time to react, I felt a surge of pain throughout my body. My focus was interrupted and I fell to the ground with a thud. I looked down and saw I was wrapped in some electric wire that the guy had shot from his weapon. The more I struggled, the tighter it wrapped, and the more my vision got blurry. I summed my aura the best I could, but it kept fading away. I groaned in pain, but I wasn’t about to give up. With a final burst of energy, I shut my eyes, suddenly getting my second wind. I was overwhelmed with energy and auras, consuming everything that surrounded me, then I felt no pain.
My ears rang, and I slowly opened my eyes. The wires that had previously been causing me so much pain sat beside me in useless strands, but the more surprising thing I saw was the barren wasteland that now sat in front of me. I wheezed, trying to catch my breath, as I looked that the circle I had created in the dirt and debris around me. Every bad guy we had been fighting was on the ground, which was good, but so was every avenger who had been grounded. I saw Cap sit up, dazed, and Nat laying face down.
I threw my hand to my ear to turn my communications back on. “Loki?” I breathed. “Where are you? Are you-”
“Y/n, are you okay? You weren’t near that explosion, were you?” He called back, voice frantic.
“I… I think I was the explosion.”
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I never wanted to move again. My legs were sore, my arms were sore, muscles I didn’t know existed where sore. It was awful. It had been three days since the mission and the soreness had only dulled a little.
I rolled out of bed like a burrito and walked to the kitchen for breakfast, wrapped in a blanket that made me feel secure. Loki was there as I walked in, like he usually was, eating the leftover breakfast casserole we didn’t even know who had made.
“Hey,” I muttered, opening the freezer, looking for sausage biscuits.”
“Hi,” he replied, his voice sounding slightly concerned, but I ignored it. He hadn’t spoken to me much since after the mission. He was probably still mad at me. I put the biscuits in the microwave and turned around to lean against the fridge, facing Loki.
“You’re still mad,” I stated.
“Extremely,” Loki grumbled, pushing his food around with his fork.
I pursed my lips and nodded. “You’re not exactly reacting the way I thought you would.” Loki took in a deep breath, pondered saying something, then didn’t. “I’d rather you yell at me.”
“I’m not going to scold you.”
“Well, you should do something. I don’t know. You’re being annoying.”
Loki let out a grunt, making my eyes widen, not sure why I had asked him to react normally. “You are… absurd!” he exclaimed. I licked my lips and pressed them together in nervousness. “You don’t listen to me, you haven’t been using any of the skills I’ve taught you, and now you refuse to use your powers at all because of what happened last time! And you won’t talk about it with anyone! Not even me.” The last part was more of a mutter than anything else, but the rest was what I expected to hear immediately after the mission. Except for the part about me not using my powers. I didn’t think he had noticed.
“I have used my powers…”
“A blatant lie? Really? You usually try to mask it more than that,” Loki hissed, all fired up now. He stood up in a huff and threw his plates in the sink.
“I’ve only been resting,” I said, trying again. Loki turned to face me with a scary smile.
“See? Now that’s more like it,” he said with false pride, pointing a finger at me. “That one is more difficult to see through because that’s a lie you’re also telling yourself.” I rolled my eyes, exasperated by his ability to see through me. “If you believe it, then so should I,” he continued. “But the problem for you,” He came close to me and put his hands on both of my arms, “is that I know you too well.”
I looked up at him then down as I let out a sigh. “I really don’t want to use my powers again. That was… something I didn’t know I could do, and if I trigger it again... “ I trailed off and looked at Loki for reassurance.
“We’re going to have another lesson,” Loki told me, and I shook my head, fear coursing through my veins. “We’re going to have another lesson because you need to get over this fear. You’re not going to hurt anyone.”
I trusted Loki with my life, but I absolutely did not believe him.
. . . . . . .
“Start with the small stuff until you feel comfortable again,” Loki instructed. My hands shook, and I hated it. I had never been afraid of my powers. Even when I was still with my parents and they were afraid, and I still couldn’t totally control it, I knew I would never hurt anyone with it. It wasn’t like a weapon I possessed. It was my aura. It was a part of me and a part of everyone. I wasn’t creating anything out of thin air, I was using what already existed.
“I really don’t feel comfortable at all, Loki.” I couldn’t bring myself to do anything with my powers. It suddenly hurt to look at the auras that surrounded me. I wanted to crawl back in bed.
“Alright. New approach,” Loki announced, rubbing his hands together, evil villain style. He looked around at the gym. “It’s a bit tight in here, isn’t it?”
I shrugged and nodded, but Loki didn’t even look at me for a response. His aura dashed to his fingers, swirling around his palm as he raised his arm. Slowly, he moved his arm, rotating his body around the room, and as he did, the entire location changed. We were suddenly in an open, grassy field. I looked at Loki, confused.
“Where-”
“It’s actually quite hard to explain, but you won’t hurt anyone here,” Loki answered, looking around at the open field, breathing in the fresh air.
“I could hurt you,” I pointed out.
“You won’t,” he replied, not a care in the world. “Now, let’s figure this out.”
He helped me get comfortable again. He let me lift him up, talked me through relearning illusions, flying, picking up inanimate objects.
“You feel better?” Loki asked as i guided myself back down.
“Yeah,” I replied, breathing hard. I had tried to do tricks in the air.
“You really need to better your stamina,” Loki observed.
I reluctantly nodded. “Yeah, I know,” I grumbled. “I’m using my energy, though. I can’t just… make more.”
Loki picked up a finger. “Ah, which reminds me. Do you have any idea how you created that… pulse? If that was all your own power, you should have passed out or-”
“No, I should have died,” I corrected him. Loki fell silent, but I didn’t let the air stay quiet for long. “I think I used the energy from the electric rope around me? Or just from the auras around me… I’m not really sure. It was a blur.”
Loki nodded along, thinking. “I have an idea.”
“I’m not doing that again,” I said, stopping any plan he was forming.
“You need to know how to control it and how to do it,” he told me while I shook my head vigorously. “It could be very useful.”
“No, Loki. If something goes wrong I don’t know what could happen.”
“You won’t hurt me.”
“I might!” I barked. “Once again, I don’t know-”
“I can protect myself.” Loki’s voice felt like he was putting a spell on me. So firm and confident but also soothing and gentle.
“You haven’t in the past,” I argued, thinking back to the two times I launched him across a room with barely any effort.
Loki tilted his head with a smirk. “You think I would let you push me over that many times and not figure out how to defend myself? Don’t forget our first lesson.”
“How could I ever?” I said dryly, shaking my head. “You only bring it up every five seconds.”
“Trust me,” Loki said, tilting his head down, forcing me to look in his eyes. “It’s better for you to do this.”
I bit the inside of my lip and looked around that the open, harmless area. “Fine!” I gave in. “Okay. Fine. Let’s do this. What’s your… stupid idea.”
Loki let out a laugh. “Alright. I’ll summon as much magic as I can. I’m not completely sure how the summoning works. Usually I just… do things, but I’ll try, then you use that energy along with some of yours to create the pulse.”
I sighed and nodded.
“But,” Loki continued, remembering something. “Not too much of your own.”
I continued nodding, then shook my arms out, getting ready. “Okay,” I breathed. “Okay, okay, I’m ready.”
Loki gave a short nod and shut his eyes. I watched him more intently than I every had. His aura became a deep green and flowed around him like a current. It was beautiful. I snapped out of it before I became to dazed and focused his energy the best I could. I felt awake again, like I had during the mission. Loki summoned so much power, it was almost more than what I had felt before. I shut my eyes, quickly becoming overwhelmed. What I previously had thought was just a second wind, I knew now was just pure energy. Pure aura. Whether it was Loki’s natural aura, his magical aura, or my own aura, I had it all. I felt a rush, then a familiar ringing in my ears that meant it was over.
My eyes stayed shut longer than they really needed to, but I almost never wanted to open them again. I was scared of what I might see. When I finally managed to open my eyes, I wasn’t too surprised. The grassy field was now mainly dirt and upturned plants. I whipped around, trying to find Loki, but he wasn’t where he had been.
“Loki,” I said, almost growling. He had promised I wouldn’t hurt him. He had told me he would be fine. If he even had a scratch, I was going to kill him. “Loki?” I called, louder this time.
“Here.” I heard a gravelly voice call from behind a small hill that used to be covered in grass. I ran over to the voice despite my legs being jelly. I jumped to the bottom of the small hill and found Loki there, on his back, face covered in dirt.
“You said you wouldn't get hurt!” I screamed, angrier than I had ever been. “Fuck, Loki, you said!”
“I’m fine!” He assured me, trying to sound confident but it failed when he grimaced slightly as he sat up. I fell to his side, conflicted between being concerned or furious. “I’m really fine. It happened more suddenly that I thought it would, so I was just a bit late in deploying my shield.”
“I swear to god, Loki, I’m so pissed right now I just-” I growled through clenched teeth. Loki laughed and put his hand on my arm. I glared at him in response.
“That was impressive,” he said, looking at me in admiration.
“Thanks,” I muttered in response. “I don’t like doing it.”
“But now you know how. It could be-”
“Very useful, I know.”
Loki nodded and looked down, then back at me. “No one is going to force you to use it. We don’t have to tell the others about this.”
I licked my lips. “I’d rather not.”
Loki and I looked at each other in understanding and in… something else that I couldn’t pinpoint.
“You have so much dirt on your face,” I said with a small smile. Loki only kept staring at me, one eyebrow ever so slightly cocked, as if I hadn’t said anything. I cleared my throat. “Hello? Earth to Loki?” I waved a hand in front of him, snapping him out of whatever trance he had been in.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “Shall we return?”
I nodded, eyebrows furrowed, and he put us back in the gym within seconds. Loki’s aura was still fairly active as we stood up, and mine was as well, despite having recovered from my aura pulse. But it was strange because I didn’t feel energetic or frantic or overwhelmed like when I was about to release the pulse.
I suddenly reached my arm out and grabbed Loki’s sleeve, forcing him to look at my distraught facial expression. “Oh my god,” I said, heart racing. “I forgot my sausage biscuits in the microwave.”
Another A/N: Okay wait wouldn’t “Pulse” be a cool superhero name for aura reader? Maybe that’s just me? Idk I feel like that’s pretty damn cool.
A/N: So I’ve been having some major writer’s block, but then @cruisingheightswithdragons tagged me in this post, and I just HAD to write this. I got so excited haha so here’s a teeny tiny bit of aura!reader backstory.
I hated going home. It was the worst part of my day, and that was saying a lot since the rest of my day consisted of school with the demanding teachers, the mass of students, and, yes, the projects that I would realize were due two days earlier than I had originally thought.
As the rain began to fall, I groaned, pulling my hood over my head and concealing my phone in my pocket so it wouldn't be damaged.
“There is going to be no space,” I muttered the obvious to myself. I rounded a building and ducked between the people who began putting up umbrellas, trying not to touch anyone. I took in a deep breath as I got closer to the Avengers tower and prayed to anyone who would listen for there to be space under the awning so I could finish my project anywhere but at home. After what happened the day before, I really didn’t want to face my parents. Yet another incident had occurred, and I was sure they could do without seeing me as well. Sure, I could lock myself in my room like usual, but their presence was always… looming. The one good thing about the rain was that the auras surrounding me were always less vibrant. I could pretend to be normal for a while.
“No, no, please no,” I whispered as I saw a huge group of kids crowded around the front of the tower. Ever since word got out about free WiFi, there was hardly any space by the tower after school. Usually, I could sit farther away, but, today, the rain would make it hard to do that since I needed my laptop. My pace quickened until I was jogging over to the tower, then I came to a screeching halt as I passed the glass doors.
“Free WiFi,” I croaked, reading a sign on the door. That hadn’t been there before. People always just… knew. With a surge of courage, I pushed the doors open, and my jaw immediately dropped. Couches. Chairs. Outlets, tables, fridges, beanbags! Was this paradise? I saw an open chair to my left and quickly slid into it, my pants squeaking as I slid due to the wetness. I grinned as I ran my hands over the wood of the desk, then eagerly grabbed my laptop out of my soaked bag. My stomach fluttered as I looked around my new study area, and I could see my aura become more vibrant out of the corner of my eye. I didn’t immediately realize this, however, and my energy kept building up. I set my fingers on the keys of my laptop, and the swift motion sent my laptop flying across the table, hitting the ground with a crash.
“No!” I shouted. I unstuck my legs from the seat and rushed over to my laptop as I sheepishly looked around at the students that glanced at the scene I had made. “I just… dropped it,” I said with a small smile aimed at anyone who happened to be looking at me. Luckily, it still worked, but, of course, there was a stack of extra ones across the room that I looked at with a relieved smile. “Thank you, Tony Stark.”
. . . . . . .
“I knew it.”
“This wasn’t the reason I set this up, but I’m glad you’re excited.”
Natasha shrugged, unable to keep a smile off her face as she moved to another computer, trying to find a face match. “Yeah, but I told you this would happen.”
“I’m just trying to give these kids a safe space,” Tony replied, glancing at the monitors. “Anyway, we don’t even know what we saw. They may have just pushed it off accidentally.”
Nat shook her head and scoffed, not looking away from the screen. “Come on, you can’t possibly believe that. Or do I need to rewind again?”
“Just… get out? Please?” Tony said, exasperated, as he stood up from his chair. “You really need to stop coming in here so much.”
“Don’t make it sound weird, I just wanted to scout the talent.”
“Scout the talent, yeah, that’s definitely not why I set this up.”
Tony pushed Natasha out of the surveillance room as she rolled her eyes. “They have powers, and you know it! What if they need our help?”
“You really want to bring another kid into this?” Tony spat. “Just leave them alone.”
“That might be the worst thing we could do,” Nat argued.
“Or the best,” Tony countered with a pointed finger.
Natasha didn’t argue back, but that was because her mind was made up. Tony knew it, too. The second that kid let out the smallest sign of distress or unhappiness, she was going to, as Tony liked to put it, insert herself into the situation
The opportunity arose quicker than she thought it would.
