Dear Fan Fiction Writers,
I originally was going to take the more direct approach instead of just writing you a letter. You're lucky that Clint talked me out of it.
First of all, apparently in some other movies, Steve Rogers and I hit it off. That is not accurate in this one. He's a nice guy and all, but blue and red aren't really my colors.
And Stark? Let's not even get started on that one.
Though, I will say is that, whatever Stark's told you, he deserves what I dish out to him. Though some of you seem to rarely take that in account.
But, I refuse to spend half of my letter complaining about Stark (mostly because he'll gloat about it). I'm here to complain about something else.
Clint Barton.
Yes, I may be the only girl on the team. Yes, we're old friends and might even be approaching something more.
But, does. Every. Single. Story. About. Me. Have to be about our relationship?
For the record, I have plenty of other talents and interests besides Clint, thank you very much. And for the record, right now, we're just friends.
(I may or may not want to keep it that way).
And by the way, I have feelings you know. I'm not totally emotionless every second. I laugh. I make jokes.
I have more to me than just my guns and my "assets".
Which, *ahem*, I would also appreciate you NOT focusing on.
Sincerely
Natasha Romanoff.