Oh, come on. It's not that obvious, is it? She stops with the act when he captures her hand, and the gentle touch only makes her want to draw herself into a ball and pull away from him. Before, it was on her terms. She did the teasing, the flirting and this is so...real.
"No one knows the real me." Natasha says, fighting the fear of getting close as she presses her cheek closer to his hand. "That's the truth, Bruce. So much of what I am..." She shivers like she's been doused in icy water. "They made me." Tasha says simply. "When I was just a little girl, the Russians...they made me into a weapon. It's all I've even known that was real and..." She looks down, her voice trembling. "The ballet...that was a cover. They put it in my head so that if I was ever compromised, I wouldn't know what I was really doing."
It's not what he asked. She could have easily told him what she had for breakfast, where she got the shoes she's wearing or anything else from the 'present' but she doesn't want to. She needs...someone, and she wants it to be him. Natasha's only fear now? That telling him the truth will make him bolt fast than she could blink.
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Date: 2012-10-25 12:59 am (UTC)From:"No one knows the real me." Natasha says, fighting the fear of getting close as she presses her cheek closer to his hand. "That's the truth, Bruce. So much of what I am..." She shivers like she's been doused in icy water. "They made me." Tasha says simply. "When I was just a little girl, the Russians...they made me into a weapon. It's all I've even known that was real and..." She looks down, her voice trembling. "The ballet...that was a cover. They put it in my head so that if I was ever compromised, I wouldn't know what I was really doing."
It's not what he asked. She could have easily told him what she had for breakfast, where she got the shoes she's wearing or anything else from the 'present' but she doesn't want to. She needs...someone, and she wants it to be him. Natasha's only fear now? That telling him the truth will make him bolt fast than she could blink.