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I wrote this a while ago, but I thought I'd post it here for folks who may not have seen it yet.
978 words. It’s my first time writing these characters, so I thought I’d take them for a short run. Rated PG-13 for non-explicit adult themes. Post-movie, so movie spoilers.
Summary: Natasha knows what it is to be unmade.
Excerpt:
Natasha rents a house in the south of France, through Kijiji, using her Natalie Rushman identity: an unassuming civil servant in dire need of a warm-weather holiday. The owners are sympathetic, patient with her broken French, and trusting enough not to ask too many questions.
Three floors, five bedrooms, two full baths. It's a lot of house for two people, but there's a rooftop terrace with a hammock, and that's what seals the deal. She knows he likes being outside, the higher the better.
Natasha gets there before he does, and examines the entire place to ensure everything is legit.
(This is her life: sleeping in strangers' beds, digging into their hiding places, baring their secrets, wiping away the traces of her presence.)
Everything is legit.
She buys groceries. It's a running joke between them: the way he eats, or doesn't. He avoids processed food, rarely drinks anything other than water. He is not the kind of man who would use the term straight-edge, but that's the basic philosophy.
Natasha, on the other hand, sees no point in denying herself anything. Each time she eats chocolate might be the last.
The sea air scours her lungs and softens her skin. It's not Chornoye more, but it's something, and anyhow, this isn't for her.
Clint arrives the next day.
Read it here on LJ or here on AO3.
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