Falcon

nonitase:

_{Sam and Natasha meet during the zombie apocalypse. [ x ]}

_{“Have you been bit?”}

_{Her aim is on the other’s head,
brow furrowed as she kept
her distance. Survivors outside
of the group were scarce.
Caution was to be taken.}

She shook her head. “Nope, Raliegh and I are safe. I sit up on the roof, blowing the bastards heads off. Sam Wilson at your service.”