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Who: Natasha Romanoff + you?
Broadcast: Fleetwide, text
Action: upon request
When: now

[If Natasha thought she escaped the rumors, she's going to be disabused of the notion. The notes start appearing here and there—short and anonymous. Things like:]

Natasha has a cat named Boris.

Natasha Romanoff once killed a man in Vegas just to watch him die.

Romanoff has been lying about about her age.

[And—]

Nataasha is a lingerie model.

[That last one, it seems, comes with some evidence. Sponsor drop? Either way, a few files seem to have been uploaded to support the case.

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She shouldn't be surprised those came back to haunt her, should she? The real question is if anyone will dare to comment on them.]

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Hey, Natasha. This might not be a good time—if it's not a good time just ignore me. But I wanted to talk to you about... stuff. And by talk, mostly I mean apologize.

But if there's too much going on right now, don't worry about it.

No. [There's a bare hesitation before Natasha responses, not the kind that would indicate a lie, but the kind that says she's distracted by something she'd just as soon not pay attention to.] No, I promise. There is nothing important going on here.

You don't need to apologize to me, though.

Right well.

I want to apologize? I didn't really handle that whole situation with grace.

You had reasons.

[Natasha glances down, then back up. She can be more graceful than this too.]

I accept your apology. I think a lot of us weren't our best through this whole situation.

I was speaking from a place of insecurity. I mean, look at you. You're great.

That's sweet of you to say.

[Not the least because Natasha knows that Kara means it. Natasha smiles a little.]

In case you hadn't noticed, though, I'm kind of a mess. You see the good parts, because you're inclined to that. With most people at least.

But we photoshop out the scars.

[If you get the meaning.]