Scarlett Johansson for Vanity Fair (May, 2014)

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"I wasn’t aware you enjoyed the ballet."

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Indeed, that he has remained as placid as he is could certainly be a product of their surroundings. The brazen display of force in New York nearly two years hence had been a decided anomaly and divergence from the Trickster’s accustomed modus…

Optimism was never something Natasha practiced- in fact, he couldn’t remember the last time she looked at anything with a hopeful air. It was better to prepare herself for the blow of failure than to allow any spark of premature aspiration. It was widely known that the red-headed agent was not a kindly spirit, and was often somewhat unfeeling. He took his cold stare, dripping with mock friendliness that seemed to her, even more sinister than a snide lash.

“It’s hard not to misjudge someone who assumes so many identities; even though you seem to know who I really am.” Her mask was well-maintained, but Loki managed to temporarily corrupt the one person whom she confided everything in. He wore a cold, sinister smile on his lips, a ridicule to her, and as he spoke, words trailing off and yes sparkling, she frowned. He was imploring her to finish his words. Why? Was he playing some game with her? Natasha couldn’t quite tell what he was after here. “Fool me twice, shame on me.” She replied after a moment of thought. “Do you plan on fooling me, Loki?”
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"He asks about the needle marks and I lie and say its medicine…I can’t keep lying to him. Maybe if he’s disappointed then I’ll stop I don’t know. I barley sleep anymore drugs seem to make the pain go away. They injected me with things all the…

Something shot through Natasha then; he had never done it in front of her, and it shook her a little. It also angered her. With a fit of passion, she slapped his hand away, which he had just used as a drug-distributor. “Get yourself together, James! This isn’t you!” The agent snarled. Natasha didn’t know him back before he was Winter, but he often wished she did. Cap always spoke of his Bucky so fondly, and Natasha almost felt deprived. “You’re letting the drug control you, and that’s weak. You’re not weak.” Her voice was less of a lash then, quieter, sadder.

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iamthewinteryoudread:

"He asks about the needle marks and I lie and say its medicine…I can’t keep lying to him. Maybe if he’s disappointed then I’ll stop I don’t know. I barley sleep anymore drugs seem to make the pain go away. They injected  me with things all the time. I never was sober so to speak when I was Winter."

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Natasha always felt so wrong seeing him this way; at this point, broken by his own maim. She felt like she was invading something personal. “Addictions are hard to break.” Natasha replied, wanting so badly to leave, to forget that she ever saw him this way.on the other hand, she wanted to do something for him. Anything to help him. “It’s not your fault, James.”

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She shrugged indifferently, falling onto the large chair next to the couch. “I was awake, thought you might be as well.” Well, she might have been wrong on that point, but Clint was the only one she was comfortable enough with to do this sort of thing. “Why the couch?”

It was odd hearing him talk about missions; she was so used to them going on them together, though its been so long since they had. “You always seem to have something wrapped up these days.” She muttered. “Where did you go?”

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"You look surprised, like I don’t know how to get in here." Natasha grinned a little, setting her keys on the counter.

Clint glanced over at the clock, rubbing his eyes.

"It’s like three in the morning, Tash…"

She shrugged indifferently, falling onto the large chair next to the couch. “I was awake, thought you might be as well.” Well, she might have been wrong on that point, but Clint was the only one she was comfortable enough with to do this sort of thing. “Why the couch?”

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