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[ once she knew him better than he knew himself, and god, does he feel lost without that reality. he engages in a brief debate in his head before reaching over to grasp her hand and curl his fingers around it. ] 

"Then let me tell you." 

[ She stares down at his hand, clasping around hers, and something inside stirs. It's so familiar. She can hardly see anything wrong. But, she doesn't know this man. And her head is spinning. Hand tearing away from his, she jolts up. ]

   "Don't. Don't touch me." 

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Location: Outskirts of Moscow

                                      Forest.            

          Her breathing was even, the only indication of it being the small white puff of breath that escaped Natasha's lips every time she exhaled. She was deathly still as she watched within the shadows as a light snow began to fall around her, transforming the entire surroundings to look like nothing but a wild landscape filled with white, not even the widow's crimson tresses interrupted the scene. 

                           This was where                                      she would stay                                  and wait. 

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                                          Shield, just where she wanted to be, right? Wrong. Natasha wasn't so fond of aimlessly spending her time at HQ for various reasons. One being the constant super vision that tried to go unnoticed but was painfully obvious to her, and annoyingly so. Two being the daily evaluations by SHIELD's esteemed physiologists. Natasha knew when everything wasn't right in her head, her memory a bit vague, yes. But she knew that she and only she was occupying her head. There was always the subconscious itch at the back of her mind when she was being controlled by someone else. 

However, when you're on the road she is, all the extra money you can get is worth all of that. 

                 "I'm fine."                          "Okay, the'll be a debriefing packet in your room."                                                                   "Excellent." 

Without giving him a second glance she head out of the room, what she would call a mad dash, unknowingly colliding with a solid form that wasn't a wall, but flesh and bone. Alright, so perhaps she wasn't one hundred percent.... But can't blame a girl for trying. 

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     You again.            How wonderful.