[Tony's always so eloquent. It's the gesture that gets to her. A little chill that the hot water can't keep away, a little prickle at the back of her neck, and she snorts slightly.
He's not wrong, though. Natasha's been better. She's been worse, too, but not as often. The worst part is that it's a drawn out kind of low; the kind where you know you haven't hit the bottom yet.
She keeps it together, mostly, keeps a good face on, but the dark circles under her eyes are telling and it's hard to say just how long she's been wearing the same make up.]
Team building looks a little different down here. Try to throw a party, you're likely to attract succubi or, cultists, who knows what else.
[Natasha pauses for a second, the water easing some of the aches of training out of her muscles.]
[ That's exactly it, isn't it? They're hovering. Suspended over a lake of fire just enough so the flames singe their edges-- so that they burn and blister their skin, but not enough to kill. That's what true torture is; Tony knows that better than anyone. It's having the end--blissful rest--so close, but always edging out of reach.
And of course Tony knows what's happening, Natasha, he knows everything. But, conversation. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
He's not wrong, though. Natasha's been better. She's been worse, too, but not as often. The worst part is that it's a drawn out kind of low; the kind where you know you haven't hit the bottom yet.
She keeps it together, mostly, keeps a good face on, but the dark circles under her eyes are telling and it's hard to say just how long she's been wearing the same make up.]
Team building looks a little different down here. Try to throw a party, you're likely to attract succubi or, cultists, who knows what else.
[Natasha pauses for a second, the water easing some of the aches of training out of her muscles.]
You hear what's been happening?
no subject
And of course Tony knows what's happening, Natasha, he knows everything. But, conversation. ]
Lay it on me.
no subject
Lucifer's little experiment. The suburbs. You get to give that one a pass?