“How did you survive and where have you been all these years?” Natasha said with disbelief gracing her features, she couldn’t still come to terms with the fact that Raphael was alive.
They were barely teenagers the last time she saw him and now she’s sitting with the older version of Raphael who’s studying her with an amused glint in his eyes as though she said something funny.
There was nothing funny about the situation matter of fact, she was inclined to believe that ghosts existed.
If he was alive then…
“Wait does that mean Alex-“
“No he’s dead,” Raphael said briskly, cutting her off as an unreadable expression crossed his face, his fists clenching at the side.
“I’m not here for a reunion Nat, you know what my Father wants and you know what he has on you if you don’t cooperate.”
