you were a legend once | rated G | no warnings | 135 wordsferallettersOctober 25 2014, 18:45:42 UTC
Hee! I hope you enjoy this!
Note: unbetaed, so don't min any issues that I might have mucked up.
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Natasha knows what it's like to be a legend, to have belief and stories spring up around you, to be the monster under the bed or the bogeyman in the closet.
She wrapped herself in a cloak of stories, of people's beliefs and whispering words. She embraced her status as something more than human, something that captured the imagination and the breath of those who heard about her.
But when Clint found her, she wasn't a legend. She wasn't a creature of grace and power and fear. She was tired, she was lost and she couldn't imagine what the hell she was doing.
And he took her in, pulled off that heavy cloak of expectation, relieving her of the weight of others, and taught her how to be more than a whisper in the dark.
rated G } no warnings applyferallettersNovember 4 2014, 16:41:28 UTC
Sorry for taking so long! I am trying to kill a few of these requests for NaNo wordcount so hoopefull you and others will be getting ALL THE FIC today
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rated G } no warnings applyferallettersNovember 4 2014, 17:17:54 UTC
Sometimes it gets hard to look in the mirror. It's hard to see the woman that stands in the reflection an claim her.
But every time she wakes up, she does. Every morning, evening or whenever she opens her eyes, she stands in front of the mirror and claims her reflection. All of it. Every part of her.
Because Natasha carved herself out of blood and sweat. She put her bones together like a puzzle and made herself anew.
She cared herself from what had been done to her, put herself together with stitching and shaking hands. She may not be proud of who she is but she is so, so much happier than with what who she had been.
She looks in the mirror, touches the glass, and smiles.
She is far better than any version of herself anyone else could have mad.e She is beautiful and she is fierce and she is proud.
And as she walks away from the mirror, her confidence unwavering, she knows she is almost happy with who she is today.
My door is open!
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Note: unbetaed, so don't min any issues that I might have mucked up.
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Natasha knows what it's like to be a legend, to have belief and stories spring up around you, to be the monster under the bed or the bogeyman in the closet.
She wrapped herself in a cloak of stories, of people's beliefs and whispering words. She embraced her status as something more than human, something that captured the imagination and the breath of those who heard about her.
But when Clint found her, she wasn't a legend. She wasn't a creature of grace and power and fear. She was tired, she was lost and she couldn't imagine what the hell she was doing.
And he took her in, pulled off that heavy cloak of expectation, relieving her of the weight of others, and taught her how to be more than a whisper in the dark.
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Trick or treat! :D
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Trick or treat!
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But every time she wakes up, she does. Every morning, evening or whenever she opens her eyes, she stands in front of the mirror and claims her reflection. All of it. Every part of her.
Because Natasha carved herself out of blood and sweat. She put her bones together like a puzzle and made herself anew.
She cared herself from what had been done to her, put herself together with stitching and shaking hands. She may not be proud of who she is but she is so, so much happier than with what who she had been.
She looks in the mirror, touches the glass, and smiles.
She is far better than any version of herself anyone else could have mad.e She is beautiful and she is fierce and she is proud.
And as she walks away from the mirror, her confidence unwavering, she knows she is almost happy with who she is today.
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