“—— been long enough. figured we had to cross paths at some
point.”
he drags in, reticent step after reticent step. his eyes sweep to
the corners like he’s checking for cobwebs, but he zeroes in on
the nooks and crannies ducked away in shadow for cameras, a
book out of place, anything that might suggest surveillance.
the last thing james barnes needs is natasha asking questions.
his gaze lingers on the papers snatching up from isaiah’s desk.
thumb anchored at the side of his nose, swiped to the corner of
his mouth, he, too, digs in his throat. he lays a palm to grasp at
the chair in front of him, toe stopped at the last leg. standing
like this puts them equal, leaves the distance between him and
the door only a few sharp strides.
"yes, i suppose this meeting would be inevitable.
Especially with her in our lives."
Isaiah's had his many run ins with Natasha's past
associates and current ones as well. He keeps cl-
ose contact with Maria Hill and is familiar with many
of her fellow avengers. Still, even though he knew
this would comes one day it still didn't leave him well
prepared. There remained a few more papers to put
away on his desk, but he paid no attention to it. He
was too focused on the soldier, cool eyes locked with
his visage as he scanned him over, perhaps for weap-
ons or anything of the sort.
If Natasha taught him anything, it was that one could
never be too careful.
He nods slowly at his request, letting a hand rest on the
table as he leans a bit forward, deciding to keep standing
himself.
"i hope you are well. is there anything i can help you with?"
