You may be underestimating how long we weren’t on speaking terms.
[Natasha crosses her arms to keep from fidgeting. She has regrets about that, and nothing she expects she’ll ever really work through. She can’t entirely rule out ever seeing Tony again, not here, but she doesn’t let herself hope for it either.]
I didn’t know that, actually. That’s a good design though. They’ve saved my ass more than once.
[There's no surprises here. As promised, Natasha brought replacement widow bites, rather low profile and mat black, much like the ones Natasha has been wearing.]
Well... I'm sorry I can't give you gear he made for you, but at least I can offer a replacement.
[It hadn't really occurred to Natasha that the gauntlets might have sentimental value. In general, Natasha doesn't attach sentimental value to much.]
[She had tried to tell Nat that they were a gift before, but had gotten shot down with guilt tripping. Or what had felt like guilt tripping at the time. That had probably rankled her more than actually having to give them up.
She studies them and likes them well enough. They are one of the items she’s not going to complain about being boring if they’re simple and black. It suits them, so she doesn’t make any snide remarks as she tries them on.]
[Natasha appreciates the fact Yelena doesn't get snarky. It's hard enough for her to apologize without making it harder.]
You're welcome.
[It makes the next part easier too, because her sister deserves more explanation than most people do, because it's true—it wasn't just her gear.]
I don't usually think about my Widow Bites that way, like they're gifts. I don't really think about anything that way. Like it's irreplaceable. I've always been ready to leave it behind if I had to. The way Mom and Dad raised us.
[She remembers the night fleeing Ohio vividly, and she can hardly blame Yelena for not wanting to do that again.]
It's easy to forget it's not the same for you, but I'll try to be a little less free with your things in the future.
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[Natasha crosses her arms to keep from fidgeting. She has regrets about that, and nothing she expects she’ll ever really work through. She can’t entirely rule out ever seeing Tony again, not here, but she doesn’t let herself hope for it either.]
I didn’t know that, actually. That’s a good design though. They’ve saved my ass more than once.
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[Or one of the reasons. He seemed to have a lot feelings about Natasha and what happened to her. Much like Yelena herself.
She starts unwrapping the gift.]
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Well... I'm sorry I can't give you gear he made for you, but at least I can offer a replacement.
[It hadn't really occurred to Natasha that the gauntlets might have sentimental value. In general, Natasha doesn't attach sentimental value to much.]
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She studies them and likes them well enough. They are one of the items she’s not going to complain about being boring if they’re simple and black. It suits them, so she doesn’t make any snide remarks as she tries them on.]
Thank you.
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You're welcome.
[It makes the next part easier too, because her sister deserves more explanation than most people do, because it's true—it wasn't just her gear.]
I don't usually think about my Widow Bites that way, like they're gifts. I don't really think about anything that way. Like it's irreplaceable. I've always been ready to leave it behind if I had to. The way Mom and Dad raised us.
[She remembers the night fleeing Ohio vividly, and she can hardly blame Yelena for not wanting to do that again.]
It's easy to forget it's not the same for you, but I'll try to be a little less free with your things in the future.