It would've been nice, he thinks distantly, to have been able to scrub off the dried and flaking blood that sticks in patches to his bare and exposed shoulders before they started this conversation. They're starting to itch, and frustratingly he can't quite reach to scratch them without aggravating his chest to the point of ridiculous pain. The serum ruined his life, the least it could do was stick around and make up for the bad times that follow it. Typical.
His eyes drop from her and to the floor again, but it's not out of fear this time so much as fatigue. He nods, hair falling in matted pieces along his cheekbones.
"Seems to be the verdict. Didn't exactly get checked out by a professional," it's the faintest trace of a joke aimed at her profession, the tiniest, flattest little thing that suggests they might come around to being okay pretty soon.
As for the state of his ribs, well, Natasha's pretty experienced in field medical. Hard to tell without an x-ray as well, but there isn't much to be done for it regardless.
He should tell her, he thinks. Tell her the truth, that she's not the only monster in the room. He chews the inside of his cheek, but can't seem to segue into it just yet.
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His eyes drop from her and to the floor again, but it's not out of fear this time so much as fatigue. He nods, hair falling in matted pieces along his cheekbones.
"Seems to be the verdict. Didn't exactly get checked out by a professional," it's the faintest trace of a joke aimed at her profession, the tiniest, flattest little thing that suggests they might come around to being okay pretty soon.
As for the state of his ribs, well, Natasha's pretty experienced in field medical. Hard to tell without an x-ray as well, but there isn't much to be done for it regardless.
He should tell her, he thinks. Tell her the truth, that she's not the only monster in the room. He chews the inside of his cheek, but can't seem to segue into it just yet.