There's something almost soothing about watching all those little pieces growing into a whole under Tony's hands, and one of Natasha's quick glances over just sort of... sticks. She doesn't know where this strange sort of fascination with things being built rather than torn down comes from. Because she never used to have a problem with being what she is. Tearing things down gave her purpose, made her feel alive. Used to be it was the only thing that filled up the aching emptiness that seems to have settled in the center of her, spreading a little with each passing month. But, regardless from where it stems, the fascination is there now, and as Tony works, a little bit of the returned tension bleeds out of her.
It's strangely comforting the way that he'll talk to her without looking at her. Clint looks at her all the time, and it's nice not to have such a captive audience for once. She sets the screwdriver down on the workbench opposite of the one he's working on, puts her hands flat against the scarred surface and jumps up on it in a smooth motion. Her feet dangle in the air and her left heel bangs lightly against the solid table leg.
"It's different," she acknowledges with a small shrug. Seeing herself in blonde hair for the first time had been unsettling. "It makes my face look softer. Younger. I never liked it." But it got the job done, and it was easier to blend into the crowd afterwards. But it wasn't her, and there aren't so many facets of her that she could afford to lose one.
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Date: 2012-06-19 04:07 pm (UTC)It's strangely comforting the way that he'll talk to her without looking at her. Clint looks at her all the time, and it's nice not to have such a captive audience for once. She sets the screwdriver down on the workbench opposite of the one he's working on, puts her hands flat against the scarred surface and jumps up on it in a smooth motion. Her feet dangle in the air and her left heel bangs lightly against the solid table leg.
"It's different," she acknowledges with a small shrug. Seeing herself in blonde hair for the first time had been unsettling. "It makes my face look softer. Younger. I never liked it." But it got the job done, and it was easier to blend into the crowd afterwards. But it wasn't her, and there aren't so many facets of her that she could afford to lose one.