Paris, 1960.

Natasha sighed contentedly as she lay in the arms of her lover. She slowly traced the silvery scars on the woman's sternum.

She was beautiful. Natasha watched her lovers face. Her Daisy. She had this princess like aristocratic features. Her brown tresses were very soft.

"You are staring, Talia."

Natalia smirked. "Well, you are the most beautiful bird I have seen." She said, laying a kiss on her lover's cheek.

Daisy opened her hazel eyes. They were a mixture of gold and brown. She smiled at Natalia.

"Always the flatterer, huh?" she said.

"Only with you." said Natalia.

Daisy ran a gentle hand across Natalia's back. She leaned down and kissed her on the lips.

Natalia wrapped her arms around the slightly taller woman.

Both were soon in the thaws of passion.

Washington DC, 2014

Natasha awoke with a start. It had been a while since she had dreamed about HER. The only person able to make the Black Widow feel anything, and most of all love. She missed her very much.

Her Black Bird.