Deeply Philosophical

[unties]

Jack had no desire to lose his skin. It would take a lot more than a bullet to take him down but he was not a fool. He had no desire to trigger Natasha's self defenses by interrupting her light sleep, which was the point of the text in the first place. But now that she was definitely awake he tapped on the door before entering her room, shutting it behind him.

He didn't bother asking if he could join her. He had slept under her bed plenty of times as a dog and he didn't hesitate to sit on the edge of it now.

"Is that a knife under your pillow or Mr. Stabby the Sleep Pal."