𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀’𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄. eyes down cast themselves from druig for only a moment, fingers digging into her palm before head lifts to focus on his features again. breath is taken in, a smile placed on the woman’s lips: ❝ anything. ❞ it was meant to be feel open ended, optimistic. ❝ you’ve defeated the deviants, you’ve protected humanity for seven thousand years. i think a little break, a little branching out is well over due. ❞ smile widens slightly, dimples set into the flushed color of cheeks. to make him understand a little more, to allow druig to know that she 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂 his thinking more than he might assume, natasha allows herself to open up to him a little. they don’t know each other very well, but some perspective on how she knows the way he feels might be a good step forward. ; ❝ i asked myself the same question when i escaped the widow program. i’d spent most of my life in it, being trained as an assassin before the avengers. ❞ nat vaguely recalls the 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼 she still has to this day⸺the red room, having to kill people, the relentless training. ❝ i was younger than my sister yelena when she went in, she was only six. years spent being conditioned, being forced to kill && do the dirty work of someone else. ❞ long head of dark hair shakes slightly, eyes glancing down once again . . . far away, in memory. ❝ when i escaped i- . . .i wasn’t sure how to find myself, what to do, who to be. it takes time, but it comes to you eventually. you can do anything now, druig, && it should feel . . liberating. ❞ eyes return to his gaze, smile retuning.
