Bonjour/Bonsoir!
Just a few drabbles about Tony and Natasha. Because they're my favorites.
Here's the first one.
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You cannot believe a liar even when he tells the truth.
Aesop
The first time he saw her with a cigarette between her lips, she was on the balcony, lost in the gloom of night. The sky was dark, way too dark and Natasha was shivering. He didn't say anything about it. He merely looked at her, undressing her with his eyes.
"You didn't say goodbye."
She never did. She would leave then she would come back. No words were said. A few smiles and glances were exchanged but never a goodbye.
The smile on her lips was misleading, the fire in her eyes was distracting.
"Saying goodbye isn't my thing," she replied. Her eyes were dry as if the desert had settled into them. But Tony swore he thought she was about to cry. It must have been a tough mission. He didn't move closer. He could have taken a step foward, held her tight and let her cry. But he didn't, "Saying goodbye would mean I won't come back. I'm always coming back, right, Tony?"
From her mouth, she let the smoke fly away. Her white teeth would have brought the world down. She was too beautiful. Beautiful things always had the worst fates. Always. Natasha wasn't an exception. Natasha confirmed the rule.
The coldness of the night wrapped itself around them. She puffed on her cigarette. Again and again. Natasha smiled. Natasha lied. She was terrifying whenever she did it. She was cute when she believed her own lies.
"I like to think that you'll always come back," his eyes were sparkling with such sincerity that Natasha knew that in another life, when the only red she got was the one from her lipstick, she could have loved him—she would have.
She hated him for that somehow. But she wouldn't tell him. That was how she loved her lies. Painful and unspoken.
"When the time comes, I will say goodbye and then you won't see me ever again. As if Natasha Romanov had never existed," she swore, her hand on her heart and the cigarette between her fingers.
He didn't believe her. She was a liar. Her face shone honesty. Her eyes screamed artifice and Tony ended up wondering what she would see in her mirror. Her reflection must be a lie too. An ugly lie in which she had been trapped for too long.
He wished he could have saved her but he couldn't. Because he was just a selfish man. Because Natasha loved destroying herself. They had learnt to live this way. It was fun watching themselves destroying each other.
"Is that a promise, Agent Romanov?"
She just smiled.
She was the most beautiful lie he has ever met.
He didn't know yet, he clearly had no idea but Natasha, this Natasha, he was going to love her more than he should.
Don't smoke. It's bad.
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