Natasha slid into a chair. Maybe Natasha was getting older and more responsible. She hadn't touched a drop of vodka since June.
"He's..." Why did it always feel weird talking about Tony with Logan? "Coming along. He doesn't heal as fast as some. He's well enough to put the physical therapist through hell each morning."
There were some mornings where Natasha felt like she was a referee and there were other mornings where she just gave up and went shopping.
"How are you doing? How's David?"
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