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Natasha used to dance. It was structured and calming and a childhood dream. She danced through her childhood to impress her parents and her peers and herself. Dancing was fun and lighthearted, just like her innocent childhood.
Natasha used to dance. It was structured and calming and the only thing keeping her sane as she tainted her ledger- slowly at first, but like poison, it leeched the life out of her. Dancing was an addiction and an antidote. And if her dance was ruined by using it to seduce targets, well, she refuses to let that stop her. She has been stripped of purpose and of personality(because putting up one facade after another eventually wears her down), but she'll die before she lets them take this piece of her.
Natasha used to dance. It was structured and calming and helped keep her steady when her world was ripped apart and pieced together again. She was pulled away from her old life- hating that life didn't necessarily mean she was prepared for it to change so suddenly. She danced and that was the stable variable in her life. A constant she'd never let change, dancing was inseparable from her at this point.
Natasha used to dance. It was structured and calming and helped her bond. She befriended many agents- especially the ones who helped bring her in. Dance expressed her emotions, let her get to know others. Dancing was the thing that made her new location home. For her, dancing was acceptance and comfort.
Natasha dances. It used to be structured and calming, but now it has mutilated and changed beyond repair. Dance is now chaos. She has new partners, all of whom are some combination of nosy, ridiculous, condescending, stupid, annoying, secretive, or insane. But she loves them, and even if they have no idea how to dance whatsoever, she will continue to dance with them, as long as possible, because they are her partners, and she won't trade them for the world.
A/N: First ever finished and published story! Hope you enjoyed(:
