She feels an annoyingly pleasant little flutter when he says it again, simply because she likes the way that it sounds on his tongue. She never thought she'd get to enjoy the sound of her own name.
When he begins to educate her he obviously has Natasha's full attention, her arms crossed over the back of the chair and her chin resting on them comfortably as she looks up at him through her lashes. Eyes widen when he uses the phrase 'vampire army' seriously, and she seems wrapped up in his story until he looks away from her suddenly. She knows that look, and although she's admittedly fascinated by exactly what he is and what he's capable of, Natasha doesn't want to push him too far to speak of something that brings him discomfort. Especially one that, it seems, she can understand on a deeper level.
The empathy that she feels for him isn't shielded this time, she's much too wrapped in their conversation with genuine interest for that to happen, but she slowly sits up from where her chin was resting on her hands before giving him a soft frown. "That sounds terrible." She looks away from him as well, and it's with more hesitance this time that she starts speaking. She doesn't know how far she's willing to go with this just yet, but its a bit freeing, not having to worry about who you're speaking to and who they know. Who they report back to.
"I was my own army." Her eyes flicker to his face once more. "Every assassination you heard about in the news before six years ago, that was me back to about '99." When she was fifteen. "And those were the ones that were reported. I didn't know who I was or who was pulling my strings, I just... did as I was told until a Shield agent pulled me to the other side. Clint, he's still - ...he's my best friend now, after what he did for me." She frowns a little, sighing quietly. "It doesn't take away from what happened but I thought that maybe if I did a little bit of good after everything... it doesn't matter now." She shakes her head suddenly, pushing the thought out of her head, and she moves just as abruptly to stand. "Enough." She speaks as if she's speaking for both of them, and she places a kind hand on his shoulder as she passes him to move to her kettle.
"I'm sure we both think about the things that we've done whenever we have a silent moment. It's not necessary to do it while we have the opportunity not to."
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When he begins to educate her he obviously has Natasha's full attention, her arms crossed over the back of the chair and her chin resting on them comfortably as she looks up at him through her lashes. Eyes widen when he uses the phrase 'vampire army' seriously, and she seems wrapped up in his story until he looks away from her suddenly. She knows that look, and although she's admittedly fascinated by exactly what he is and what he's capable of, Natasha doesn't want to push him too far to speak of something that brings him discomfort. Especially one that, it seems, she can understand on a deeper level.
The empathy that she feels for him isn't shielded this time, she's much too wrapped in their conversation with genuine interest for that to happen, but she slowly sits up from where her chin was resting on her hands before giving him a soft frown. "That sounds terrible." She looks away from him as well, and it's with more hesitance this time that she starts speaking. She doesn't know how far she's willing to go with this just yet, but its a bit freeing, not having to worry about who you're speaking to and who they know. Who they report back to.
"I was my own army." Her eyes flicker to his face once more. "Every assassination you heard about in the news before six years ago, that was me back to about '99." When she was fifteen. "And those were the ones that were reported. I didn't know who I was or who was pulling my strings, I just... did as I was told until a Shield agent pulled me to the other side. Clint, he's still - ...he's my best friend now, after what he did for me." She frowns a little, sighing quietly. "It doesn't take away from what happened but I thought that maybe if I did a little bit of good after everything... it doesn't matter now." She shakes her head suddenly, pushing the thought out of her head, and she moves just as abruptly to stand. "Enough." She speaks as if she's speaking for both of them, and she places a kind hand on his shoulder as she passes him to move to her kettle.
"I'm sure we both think about the things that we've done whenever we have a silent moment. It's not necessary to do it while we have the opportunity not to."