Natasha followed Drake inside, closing the door quietly after Alex. She watched Drake sniff around, still unsure about what was happening, or how she even felt about it. But it was a relief that Drake at least fit in her apartment. Walking over to the counter, she nudged the bowl of strawberries toward Drake, and then picked up the other bowl of cereal Teddy had left behind to place it in the sink. There was still milk on the counter and Natasha grabbed the sponge to wipe it up, eyes still flickering toward Drake.
"How often does this happen?" Natasha asked Alex. "Is it only when there's danger? Or... I mean, Teddy doesn't have a choice, right?"
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