To her, their world was comparable to... fairytales.
She never lived that life. The kind of life that was normal, and she wasn't all that sure if she really wanted to. But sometimes, on those rare occasions, she caught herself thinking about it. What if this, what if that... there were too many possibilities.
As she grew older, though, the thoughts changed and she learned to stop those useless musings. She would even go as far to say that she cut herself off from the normal populous. Civilians were civilians. She would never be like them. Not even if she tried to. Sure, she could play the part of an every-day person, secretary, or even personal assistant, but that's all it was to her. A role to play, just a thing to act out.
Natasha buried herself in work. It wasn't a hard task since working happened to be only thing she knew how to do naturally, well, second to breathing, of course.
Never was there a time where she could just day-dream or have a moment to herself. Not really. Hell, she even spent her days off researching her next case. Some called her insane. Personally, she liked to use the word productive.
Which all made her fumble even more bizarre.
She had been walking home from the base. Her hair, longer than what would normally please her, was long before taken out of it's low bun. There were not that many people walking around late at night, she could risk not keeping her eyes open, right?
Wrong. A few moments after her eyes traveled upwards to look at the sky, she ran into something. Or rather, someone. Natasha reeled a bit , but placed her foot behind her to catch herself. Well, that's how it was supposed to have worked. The tip of her heels caught in the sidewalk's crack and she keeled backwards. Shit. Her eyes shut tightly. No amount of training would ever prepare anybody with free-falling backwards into concrete.
A hand caught her arm before she could fall too far.
"Careful now," a voice said. European and male, she deduced before stood on her own two feet and regained her composure.
"Sorry about that, " she said, glancing up. Definitely male. European with blue eyes, she noted. "And thank you," she added as a second thought.
"It was no problem," he said as a smile made its way onto his face. Definitely English. "Accidents happen all the time and besides, I wasn't really looking where I was walking either," he said before he laughed and pointed up to the sky.
Definitely not from New York, she mentally noted. Any other person would have either continued to walk on, or flip her off and then carry on with their lives. Nobody stopped for other people. She didn't respond.
"Isn't it beautiful?" he mused as he tilted his head up towards the sky. Natasha quirked a brow and glanced around. Nobody else was around... he was talking to her? Who stopped to make conversation withs strangers? Especially in New York? She wasn't sure if she wanted stay or just walk away.
"Isn't what beautiful?" she asked, glancing upwards. The satellites? The planes?
"The sky," he replied, "... the stars, the silhouettes of clouds that you can still see in the dark, all of it. It's all so breath-taking."
Natasha tilted her head to the side as she continued to study the sky. It looked the same everyday, right? It was the same as yesterday's, and it would be the same sky tomorrow.
"You probably think it's always the same, hm? Stars, sky, whatever," he glanced down at her, "But there's always something different about it. Maybe it's something that you didn't notice before, or there's a plane moving somewhere else... it's beautiful."
A corner of her lips lifted into a half-smile. She'd never met anybody quite like this before.
"I suppose it is."