Kind of Like the Girl I Used to be

“And what can I call you? Black Widow seems a little intense for small talk.”The corner of her mouth quirks up, though the moment is brief as she retreats into her head again. She has an opportunity she never thought she’d be privileged enough to find. There’s no one here in this moment trying to stop her from becoming who she wants herself to be. For the first time in her life, someone is standing in front of her and giving back the agency that everyone else has taken away.Now she has a chance to breathe new life into herself. “Natasha,” she says, looking up to him again.“You can call me Natasha.”