. HER HANDS REMAINED steady despite being surprised into a chuckle at Natasha's offer. — Surprised wasn't the right word, considering a random threat of violence coming from Natasha was about as surprising as water being wet. Still, such an offer usually didn't come from someone who had already been warned to keep her head still while Becky closed a long, nasty cut across the spy's forehead. Gently and deftly, Becky swabbed away a drip with gauze held in one hand, her suture forceps held in her dominant left hand and ready to make the next stitch.
"First of all, I'm going to give you a nurse's order to hold off on the killing and light beating until we take these out," she said, even if she already knew that Natasha likely wouldn't make it that long. Nobody around her did these days ( and no, she wasn't a hypocrite about this, considering her own feisty history. at least she was just getting in fights with other idiots in Brooklyn; she wasn't fighting off killer robots or saving the world ). "And second of all, there just isn't the same kinda satisfaction when someone else doe the light beating, yunno? I think I'm just gonna stay annoyed until I'm not annoyed anymore." A gloved pinky flicked the tip of Natasha's nose. "But you're a friend for asking."
. ( @atimebomb ) « “ i can think of at least a dozen people
. that need killing. or a light beating. will that cheer you up? ” / natasha