An azure stare fixed itself on the tall brunette, the shorter woman’s brows furrowing. Throughout the entire time that Natasha had known Shane, she had never thought she was a monster. Hearing those words from her was strangely comforting, but at the same time, it hurt.
Shane was not a monster.
Natasha believed that she herself was one.
Walking up to the brunette, the redhead gently rested her hands on her shoulders, her eye’s still fixed on Shane’s red hues. “You’re not a monster, Shane. But me? I— If you knew even a tenth of the things I’ve done, you would think I am one.”
There was silence for a moment or two as the Commander stared back down at the spy. At the woman she had been close to for a year or so now. The woman she knew as well as she knew herself. Slowly a hand rose and she cupped one side of Natasha's face, thumb brushing along her cheek.
"I could say the same thing about myself. There are some things that I've done that have been kept under wraps because they are that heinous. I killed millions in one single action. I have ripped troopers apart with my bare hands. I am a monster. I am the scary story you tell to children to convince them to behave. I didn't earn the Scarred Wolf moniker because of simple loyalty. I am a wild animal when I get the blood pumping. You're not a monster. I have done a lot of things that I can't even start to describe without fearing you'll leave me. And I can't handle that. I couldn't handle you leaving," she said. Her voice was thick with emotion, something akin to fear laced in her words.
Slowly her head dropped until she was resting her forehead against Natasha's.
"The only solace I can take is that I'm not the person who did that wholesale slaughter. Not anymore, anyways," she said. She chewed on her lower lip a moment.
"I'm sorry, 'Tasha. There are so many times I've had to go off on my own because of the blood lust and the fact I never want to hurt you."