[ She pauses. It's visible, and that means Natasha wants it to be. It's a rank, she thinks. Better to make sure. ]
Black Widow.
[ There's something about his economy that suggests military. Natasha swallows that observation down and nods instead, just the slightest tip of her chin, because she's tired and a little sore and this isn't a conversation she genuinely wants to have. Not that wanting things has ever mattered much. ]
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Black Widow.
[ There's something about his economy that suggests military. Natasha swallows that observation down and nods instead, just the slightest tip of her chin, because she's tired and a little sore and this isn't a conversation she genuinely wants to have. Not that wanting things has ever mattered much. ]
What are you looking at?