[If Natasha really thinks about it, no one she considers family ever saw her dance. She used to be good at it. Good enough it could've been a career if the Red Room hadn't put a gun in her hand and aimed it at the enemy of the motherland.
Clint, maybe, if he was watching her as far back as in the Ukraine before he brought her in. If he did, they never talked about it.
There's an odd kind of ache there. His question tugs at her mouth and she shakes her head.]
Happiness isn't for people like me. [It's just a fact. Nothing self-pitying about it. If her -- for lack of a better word -- Bucky was there, she might've lumped him in with her. People like us. But, by all accounts, she thinks maybe this one found something like happiness.]
no subject
Clint, maybe, if he was watching her as far back as in the Ukraine before he brought her in. If he did, they never talked about it.
There's an odd kind of ache there. His question tugs at her mouth and she shakes her head.]
Happiness isn't for people like me. [It's just a fact. Nothing self-pitying about it. If her -- for lack of a better word -- Bucky was there, she might've lumped him in with her. People like us. But, by all accounts, she thinks maybe this one found something like happiness.]
Never have I ever lived in Brooklyn.