Natasha opened the message. It read - 'Got shifts at the practice booked for the next couple of days but I should be able to fly back after that xx'. Her heart fluttered as she rose from the chair, typing the words 'Want me to pick you up? I can fly a Quinjet better than you ;) x'. She casually strolled out of the common room, noticing but ignoring the wide eyed looks from her fellow heroes. A lot of things had changed in her life since meeting Bruce. Being part of the team made her feel more human. She hoped, in a small way, the team had made him feel the same. He didn't deserve to feel as though a bullet in his mouth was the only way out. Nobody did. But especially not someone as kind, caring and forgiving as Bruce. Natasha had expected to hear from him again after he left. She blamed herself for pushing him against his will, but didn't get hung up on it because she felt it had been her duty. But when she received a postcard, blank except for the address of the Tower (then hand delivered to the Base by Pepper who assured her it had not been seen by Tony or noted by JARVIS) and a number, she felt a little better not only about what she had done, but also who she had done it to. Reaching the lab she called out "Hey Tony, can I borrow a Quinjet? It's for a really good cause..."
