Or maybe I just like sticking to my theme, and I'm willing to risk the handicap that comes with it?
[He was right, in a way. She liked the familiarity of the suit she'd chosen after she'd given up on the one she'd worn in the Academy. Still white, but there'd been a symbol, it had meant something, but here she's given up on all that. She keeps the red boots and the black belt, but the identity of the Red Widow didn't mean anything to anyone. Neither did Winterstorm, but it wasn't so tied up in someone else.
Bucky, maybe, but that was a special subject all on its own. But she also acknowledged that she was good enough, special enough, that it wasn't really much of a handicap. It wouldn't be unreasonable if there was one or two people that saw her and wanted to take her down a peg or two. It just wouldn't work out too well.
James had told her to stop poking him, but he'd cornered her at that dance, pushed her so her breath caught and it felt like the walls were too close. Shooting him might have been tempting, but she could never entirely sell herself on the idea. That it was the right choice. And there were pieces he had, something in between the lines that made it so she never stayed away too long.]
Don't sell yourself quite so short. Besides, I'm the one they'll shoot at here.
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[He was right, in a way. She liked the familiarity of the suit she'd chosen after she'd given up on the one she'd worn in the Academy. Still white, but there'd been a symbol, it had meant something, but here she's given up on all that. She keeps the red boots and the black belt, but the identity of the Red Widow didn't mean anything to anyone. Neither did Winterstorm, but it wasn't so tied up in someone else.
Bucky, maybe, but that was a special subject all on its own. But she also acknowledged that she was good enough, special enough, that it wasn't really much of a handicap. It wouldn't be unreasonable if there was one or two people that saw her and wanted to take her down a peg or two. It just wouldn't work out too well.
James had told her to stop poking him, but he'd cornered her at that dance, pushed her so her breath caught and it felt like the walls were too close. Shooting him might have been tempting, but she could never entirely sell herself on the idea. That it was the right choice. And there were pieces he had, something in between the lines that made it so she never stayed away too long.]
Don't sell yourself quite so short. Besides, I'm the one they'll shoot at here.