I sat up, frowning.

“You… you brought Natasha back? What are you even saying?”

His back was tense, and he still didn't face me, still didn't look at me. It was beginning to piss me off.

“Why are you acting like a fucking coward?” I spat, my voice coming out harder and harsher than I intended, but I didn't stop, not even when his shoulders tensed. “What happened to Alexander Hayes, the bastard? I kinda miss him right now, because this new you is piss–”

“Fine,” he growled, almost shouting. He turned suddenly, and we were seated face to face, so close that I could feel his breath. I could...