You didn't come here because I bat my eyelashes at you
No. I came because you were afraid of me but, at the same time you weren't. You were strong. You stared me down, gun in hand, pointed at me, knowing exactly what I was and what I could do. But, you didn't run. You stood your ground and faced me and him. You're brave. So much braver than me.
The next time 'it' happened, it was different. It wasn't fuzzy and confusing like usual. It was more like a memory. It was so painfully clear. When I was him, I was there. I remember you. I remember you trying to keep me calm and failing miserably. You don't do comfort well, Natasha. You ran that time. You ran from me and I think that made me angrier. But, then he saw your face. The other guy. And me too, I guess. I think he remembered you. Or I remembered you. Pronouns are hard in my case.
But your face. You were scared, like so many people are scared of me, of the other guy. You don't get scared easily. You're a secret agent and an assassin and the first person to be kind to me in a while. I hesitated. The other guy was ready to kill you, crush you but, I didn't want to. So I-he-we paused. I don't know how. I don't know why. You were terrified of me then and I don't want you to be terrified of me.
could I have a review, maybe? please?