“you are a part of me I will never understand.”
shoulders shrug and then pull inward as he sucks in a breath sheepishly. he should know by now that there is something here but a part of him erases the possibility each time he leaves her company. it doesn't seem fair –– or right, that she actually speaks to him like someone she cares for. he isn't clint, who knows her so well, or her widow sisters that grew up with her in a way ... he's a man who nearly killed her & then denied her and then pretended he must be crazy because how could he ever ––
“you are a part of me I will never understand.” nat says earnestly, albeit more sultry than was necessary. he blames her red lips in an eternal pout for the way he reads he meaning.
"I DON'T THINK YOU MEAN THAT." bruce leans back, running a hand through unkempt bangs and letting them fall back into loose damp locks. the room is room, even with the windows opened. "EITHER PART, I THINK YOU'RE TOYING WITH ME." a desperate thing to say, one last chance to lie to himself . to prove to himself she couldn't mean it. giving her the chance to let him down easy.