Even Natasha isn't immune to bad news. She's restrained in her sorrow, but the tears slowly and quietly make themselves from down her eyes to her chin. Her beautiful face shivers and quakes with buried pain. The occasional tear gets consumed by her wet pink tongue. We all cry. Natasha does too.

Even Natasha isn't immune to bad news. She's restrained in her sorrow, but the tears slowly and quietly make themselves from down her eyes to her chin. Her beautiful face shivers and quakes with buried pain. The occasional tear gets consumed by her wet pink tongue. We all cry. Natasha does too.