Welcome Home [Part-3]
Suddenly, the words came out quiet. Home we are, she stated. A moment settled after her voice stopped. Nothing more needed saying just then.
For just a beat more he kept her close, then spoke - his words quiet but steady.
"Yes," Leon replied. "You are."
The silence sat there like a held breath. Words had finally landed, heavy and still.
A bow came first - sharp, precise, like duty had carved it into her bones. Forward she moved, closing the space without sound, wrapping him in a hold that held weight yet didn't press. Her arms stayed tight, steady, almost testing whether he stood there whole. Reality needed proof, so she gave it a shape.
You returned," she stated, calm in tone, yet her hand stayed just past its time.
Next came Natasha. A breath filled her lungs, the faintest shake in her face settling into stillness just before she spoke.
Her gaze held his. You made it through, she told him.
