"No." She caught the grin on his lips and couldn't help matching a smile of her own. "I used to, back then." Her brows furrowed in concentration, eyes slipping shut. "It was black, edged in white lace, red bows". The images flickered through her mind like an old film projector, the reels skipping every so often. "I don't own a tutu anymore. I still have the pumps. They were black too. It seems to be a trending colour".
Stipulations kept her alive. More often than not she broke the terms of her own stipulations in the face of interrogations merely because she could, or she guessed she took a sick pleasure in watching people suffer for their sins.
She huffed a sigh past her lips, staring at him, any hint of a smile gone. "Yes seriously and no, I didn't know how many there are. I just want to watch them." It was Steve's fault. In a rare moment of downtime Steve had made her sit and watch Bambi with him. Natasha had feigned ignorance but deep down she'd enjoyed it far more than false explosions and gore. "I've seen Bambi, we can cross that off the list." He didn't need to know about that shared moment of understanding with Steve. Didn't need to know how she'd gone to bed thinking about all the films she'd missed out on, it had made her start to question her life choices, or her life in general considering she never had choices. "Disney wasn't readily accessable in the Red Rooms Clint." She'd sighed it out even though her fist had clenched. They'd robbed her of a childhood she should have had.
Natasha had diverted rull attention at the answer, never blinking and seemingly never taking a breath until he was finished and she took a breath and closed her eyes. "At that moment I wanted you to kill me. The come down was nasty. I'd become a traitor for putting faith and trust in a man who'd been sent to destroy me. I deserted the motherland. I deserved to die in their eyes." She reached out, tentively placing a hand on his arm, fingers stretching along the fabric of his jacket. "Now I'm glad you had some resolve."
Shield had become a home for her. Even if she wouldn't admit how much she enjoyed the company of them. There were no ulterior motives to their kindness, no hidden agenda's for wanting her company. It had taken her so long to get used to it, the feeling of being wanted for her, and not just because her body was the worst weapon, deadly yet seductive. They didn't treat her like some fragile flower that was stunted in her growth. They just accepted her and her demons.
She realised she was still touching him and slowly recoiled, fingertips burning as if she'd burnt them. "Thanks, for you know, not killing me and all."
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Stipulations kept her alive. More often than not she broke the terms of her own stipulations in the face of interrogations merely because she could, or she guessed she took a sick pleasure in watching people suffer for their sins.
She huffed a sigh past her lips, staring at him, any hint of a smile gone. "Yes seriously and no, I didn't know how many there are. I just want to watch them." It was Steve's fault. In a rare moment of downtime Steve had made her sit and watch Bambi with him. Natasha had feigned ignorance but deep down she'd enjoyed it far more than false explosions and gore. "I've seen Bambi, we can cross that off the list." He didn't need to know about that shared moment of understanding with Steve. Didn't need to know how she'd gone to bed thinking about all the films she'd missed out on, it had made her start to question her life choices, or her life in general considering she never had choices. "Disney wasn't readily accessable in the Red Rooms Clint." She'd sighed it out even though her fist had clenched. They'd robbed her of a childhood she should have had.
Natasha had diverted rull attention at the answer, never blinking and seemingly never taking a breath until he was finished and she took a breath and closed her eyes. "At that moment I wanted you to kill me. The come down was nasty. I'd become a traitor for putting faith and trust in a man who'd been sent to destroy me. I deserted the motherland. I deserved to die in their eyes." She reached out, tentively placing a hand on his arm, fingers stretching along the fabric of his jacket. "Now I'm glad you had some resolve."
Shield had become a home for her. Even if she wouldn't admit how much she enjoyed the company of them. There were no ulterior motives to their kindness, no hidden agenda's for wanting her company. It had taken her so long to get used to it, the feeling of being wanted for her, and not just because her body was the worst weapon, deadly yet seductive. They didn't treat her like some fragile flower that was stunted in her growth. They just accepted her and her demons.
She realised she was still touching him and slowly recoiled, fingertips burning as if she'd burnt them. "Thanks, for you know, not killing me and all."