Re: At Sunset.
It was good to see that Bruce was here. They would need the big guy when the fighting started. Steve looked determined as always, and Natasha almost felt sorry for the werewolves when she noticed Bucky's intensity. The truth may not be all things to all people, but in this case, Natasha preferred to keep the truth from herself: she was woefully unqualified for this fight. The Chitauri couldn't rip her to shreds, and werewolves could not be played the way she could play men. There was no scenario where her skills could be useful.
Guns were all she had, and right about now, she'd been hoping for one of those Chitauri weapons. Hell, she'd take a damn Tesseract weapon from the bowels of that damn helicarrier. Anything than the rifle and handguns she had at her hips. Her belt contained any number of electrical discs, the ones she used against Alexander Pierce and Bucky. They would buy her enough time to shove a gun in a werewolf's mouth and finish the job. (She hoped.)
Natasha clenched her fists, feeling her knuckles crack. Steve caught her gaze. She returned his nod with one of his own; there were no words for this moment. Be safe was stupid. Make sure you come back in one piece was equally idiotic. Neither of them could promise that, not as long as there were people who needed their help, but Natasha couldn't help but think that she hoped Steve and Bucky made it out of this, safe and whole.