Adjusting her arm across his shoulders, Natasha stepped in a little closer and closed her eyes as they swayed to the music. She couldn’t quite describe how she felt in this moment, with his hand running soothingly along her back and his breath tickling at her ear, but she knew it was good. Content, certainly; happy, no doubt; but more than anything she felt alive... no, more than that she felt like she was living, because there was a difference, a big one.
Perhaps if they had met earlier they could have saved each other some pain, but Natasha was not one for regrets. There were many things in her life she was not proud of, but instead of looking back with regret she worked on absolving her debts; she could not change the past but she could mould her future. Had they met earlier who was to say they would have ever ended up like this? All our actions shape who we are, and they wouldn’t be the people they were today if anything had been different. Maybe he wouldn’t have made a different call, or maybe she wouldn’t have accepted it. No, she wouldn’t change anything if it would do anything to change this moment.
“Oh, is that what happens after prom?” she replied, the amusement clear in her voice. She didn’t point out that she was far from a beauty queen; she had never attended high school but from the movies it seemed like the prom queen was usually popular and cared only about how she was viewed by others. Of course this was a stereotype, but one that Natasha didn’t fall under. “The movies seem to skip the part with the fair.”
It was actually an appealing thought, to play the adoring girlfriend while Clint won her prizes. He was being ridiculous tonight, but she had no doubt he could pull it off.
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Date: 2013-08-14 09:42 pm (UTC)From:Perhaps if they had met earlier they could have saved each other some pain, but Natasha was not one for regrets. There were many things in her life she was not proud of, but instead of looking back with regret she worked on absolving her debts; she could not change the past but she could mould her future. Had they met earlier who was to say they would have ever ended up like this? All our actions shape who we are, and they wouldn’t be the people they were today if anything had been different. Maybe he wouldn’t have made a different call, or maybe she wouldn’t have accepted it. No, she wouldn’t change anything if it would do anything to change this moment.
“Oh, is that what happens after prom?” she replied, the amusement clear in her voice. She didn’t point out that she was far from a beauty queen; she had never attended high school but from the movies it seemed like the prom queen was usually popular and cared only about how she was viewed by others. Of course this was a stereotype, but one that Natasha didn’t fall under. “The movies seem to skip the part with the fair.”
It was actually an appealing thought, to play the adoring girlfriend while Clint won her prizes. He was being ridiculous tonight, but she had no doubt he could pull it off.