surviving, whether that’s a good thing or not. but you’re a fighter. fight whatever’s bringing those complications. i’m sure you’ll come out on the other side.
as if they always don’t, her words rang true. bruce took a good look at their surroundings before bringing his attention in her direction. the walls were thin, and certainly caved in. all for a reason. “Consider this my holding cell.”
Seriously, did he think she couldn't pull off the feat? Time and brains lead the way into any goal one sets. Natasha's shoulder leans against the wall, arms crossed as she cracks a tiny smile.
"No idea how. It's like these walls were invented for claustrophobia."