Fever Dreams pt 4---for ayeayecap

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The stone cold nature that Natasha affects as a Black Widow operative---yes, she's considered an operative now, graduated from a trainee, thanks to The Winter Soldier, whom also helped to transition her from inexperienced girl, to inexperienced and hurt woman---has been serving her well.  She has taken her training even more seriously, if at all

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[ayeayecap]

[ooc: Sorry it took me so long! I'm sooo full of fail. >.<]Natalia has never been his. He was always meant to train her and that's all, and when he was done, she'd go a different way. Just like any other trainee. But he gets the feeling that the reason he's been seeing so little of her lately is not just the fight they had

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[ooc: Don't worry about it. I've been working on Camp Nano and tags have been really slow.]

She looks defeated. That's the word that will be blinking in the operative side of anyone's mind when they see her right now. No longer the confident warrior, no longer the newest and one of the most promising spies; she is defeated, and turned to the only person she could think of.

This is not an admittance that she was wrong, or that she's forgiven him for throwing her out. No, in fact it's no where near that. It's trying to find out if that really happened. She needs comfort, she needs someone that understands, and heaven help him if he tries to throw her out again. She may just lose it completely.

She looks up at him arms wrapped around herself in her jacket and hat dusted in snow. "May I come in, please," she asks in much less accented English.

[ayeayecap]

He won't be asking her to leave. Not when she looks like that. And, yes, he does miss her. He has to resist the urge to pull her into his arms. Instead, he steps aside, gesturing for her to come in. "Of course."

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She moves into his rooms without another word, head tilted down. Even with the warmth of the heat in his room, she doesn't move to take off her hat or jacket. She just settles on the couch, and makes herself small. "Comrade," she says, finally. "I apologize for barging in." It's formal, and her words are stilted, not because she's searching for the right ones to use in English, but simply because everything in her head is just like that right now. "I just didn't know where else to go."