Promptly capturing the woman's hand, holding it in a tight grasp. Although she was quite sure there was no match, Natasha's confidence was impressive.

No problem, she got this. And there she goes, flying away.

When she returned to the soldier, just a few minutes later, the thunderstorm is over. Pats his back. He can relax now.

Well, he seemed scared by the thunderstorm and she was around and capable of helping.

Wide smirk. Moving closer, waving one of Goose's paws to free the stranger.

Stretches. Lazy days, her favorites.

Small bow. She makes everyone's life better, she knows.

Not a problem, help a fellow soldier was a pleasure. Is he okay now? Did he calm down?

Blinks. Is she okay?

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Gentle pat to his shoulder. He can relax now, it's all good.

Small pat. There there, don't die on her.

❪ t e x t : Stark. ❫ — Goose walking outside your lab licking her paws and mouth seems important enough?

❪ t e x t : Stark. ❫ — okay then. — whatever she ate, we'll find out tomorrow I guess.

Nothing at all. Actually, just one thing. Get some rest and call her if he has problems with thunderstorms again.