Title: "Their Own Version of Happiness"
Author: Kat Lee, formerly known as Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary: She doesn't need to be anywhere else.
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Author's Note: 244. That's the number of stories that were sitting on my hard drive collecting dust because I lack the energy and time to take care of them as I once did. My betaing pattern has always been to write, then type up if written on paper, the story, read it aloud to my beloved Jack and our children, editing as I go, and then finally format and post. Sadly, this part is simply taking too much of my time and energy, and my beloved Jack and I have too little time together in person these days to be able to keep up with my stories. So what to do? Give up writing? I actually considered it for a while, tried to make excuses to myself other than the large number of stories collecting cyber dust on my computer, as to why I lacked the energy and Muse to write new tales. And then, with the turn of the new year, I decided to stop running and face the problem. The problem is, quite frankly, that once one gets so bogged down in formatting and editing that writing is no longer a pleasure but the actual posting of those writings becomes a hassle and - egad! - work, it's time to cut something out, and that will never be the writing process. So, in short, yes, there will be mistakes in this tale. Yes, it's missing about half of the header information I usually include. But I wrote it for pleasure and am posting it in hopes of sharing that pleasure with others. Do with it as you will.
Natasha closed her eyes, and for just a moment, she could believe she was somewhere else with better luck for chance of survival, or even happiness. The bodies pressed in close to hers, the bodies that reminded her too much of other, stiller and colder bodies that had once surrounded her, had surprising warmth. She could almost think they were with her in bed, or perhaps dancing before stagelights. Clint's hand touches hers; Steve grasps his shield. Opening her eyes, Natasha grins. She doesn't have to be anywhere else. They'll survive, and find their own version of happiness, right here.
The End