I know, I was just hoping.. It's fine. [It's not fine, but Ava's been stung a few too many times when it came to Nat and vulnerability that she can only choke on her feelings and try to swallow them down. She'd known better. And yet she couldn't help herself. She never can, with Natasha. A decade later and there's still that sliver that wants the woman that had called her sestra.
She forces herself to smile, but it's too sharp and standing there the acid rain somehow feels even more oppressive. If it was real rain she could let it was over her face, breathe it in and feel a little less like the knot in her throat was choking her. It's hardly the first time she's been disappointed.
There's something that tenses in her shoulders when Natasha talks about being her own person, but it's something she can't put into words without saying too much. How can she be her own person when she has more of Natasha's memories than her own? When most of the things she's good at are because of her?]
Thanks. For pulling me out of the rain.
[It feels awkward, but she's not sure what else to say, torn between wanting to escape and wanting to hold on to whatever she can possibly salvage of the moment. Though with the rain still coming down, watching as it stings and burns there's not much choice to it.]
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She forces herself to smile, but it's too sharp and standing there the acid rain somehow feels even more oppressive. If it was real rain she could let it was over her face, breathe it in and feel a little less like the knot in her throat was choking her. It's hardly the first time she's been disappointed.
There's something that tenses in her shoulders when Natasha talks about being her own person, but it's something she can't put into words without saying too much. How can she be her own person when she has more of Natasha's memories than her own? When most of the things she's good at are because of her?]
Thanks. For pulling me out of the rain.
[It feels awkward, but she's not sure what else to say, torn between wanting to escape and wanting to hold on to whatever she can possibly salvage of the moment. Though with the rain still coming down, watching as it stings and burns there's not much choice to it.]