aspecificskillset:

nefariouslywhitney:

Well I don’t have that problem, thankfully. [ Slides the chicken onto a plate and grabs a knife and fork from the drawer, sitting down at the table before looking up at Natasha ]

Uh… Would you, mind turning around for a few minutes?

[ She did, without questioning, to prepare and drink her coffee. ] 

[ Whitney watched the redhead for a moment before reaching to undo the leather strap of her mask, setting it down next to her with a soft CLINK and began to eat her meal ]