Jones sat in his study remembering everything that Natasha had told him. Until now, his body was still undergoing the aftershock of it. Now he believed that Natasha must have told Sam a little about it because what she had told was just the tip of the iceberg, nothing as grotesque as this.
Then he re-emerged what she had asked him to do and his demeanor fell even more. Would he be able to do that? He was a detective, in other words, a police officer who should save lives, should he do as she had requested of him?
"What do I do, Natasha?" he muttered to himself. He was so distracted that he didn't notice the door to his study open and Sam walked in to stand behind him. It wasn't until she wrapped her hands around his neck to hug him that he noticed her presence.
"Are you alright?" she asked, kissing his temple. He tilted his head to the side so he could have a look at her face and also held her arm.
"I am fine," he replied and gave a small smile.
