[She shrugs her shoulders, but there's a flash of some kind of bitter, sharp not-quite-humor at the accusation of naivety. In another place she might have argued it, but now, well. Why argue with words when that wasn't the point?
She gives her her hand, but manages to twist her hand at the last moment so that she could curl her fingers around the material. Natasha tensing her body and a sharp jerk of her captive hand that tries to force the woman's hand to the side, make it so she has no recourse to defend herself from the second blow.
If this was for fun, an easy spar, she'd probably be holding back. But she's not. If this was on her world that would mean more than it does here, but she's still an exceptionally fit and athletic young woman.
Natasha is always dangerous, even with the parts that make her exceptional stripped. But she hates that. And that's why she's here. Because she needs to feel something real.]
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She gives her her hand, but manages to twist her hand at the last moment so that she could curl her fingers around the material. Natasha tensing her body and a sharp jerk of her captive hand that tries to force the woman's hand to the side, make it so she has no recourse to defend herself from the second blow.
If this was for fun, an easy spar, she'd probably be holding back. But she's not. If this was on her world that would mean more than it does here, but she's still an exceptionally fit and athletic young woman.
Natasha is always dangerous, even with the parts that make her exceptional stripped. But she hates that. And that's why she's here. Because she needs to feel something real.]