It was weird for Natasha. She'd never had a normal life. She was raised in an assassin factory. For her to have all this now, an office job, a husband, parents - everything had to have been rewritten. She kept expecting to one day get a reminder of what her mission was and how she'd ended up with this cover and no clues. Because she must have just hit her head and gotten amnesia, or maybe she was just the world's most unlikely choice for a sleeper agent (why choose someone who knows themself to be a spy?). But in the meantime, it was surprisingly easy to settle comfortably into. And she liked the red skirt-suit she got to wear to work.