[Perhaps strangely, Natasha would understand those feelings better than most. She's seventy-six, stripped of her strength and her senses, her reflexes and just left with this anger at what feels like her own helplessness.
She understands feeling outmatched and the refusal to surrender, and if anything she respects it. There's something about that defiant determination that she might try to encourage if they were standing in different positions.
Not across an arbitrarily drawn line in the sand by virtue of the strain of this place.
Lakshmi tumbles, trying to compensate, but Natasha doesn't really give her the time for that. She's fluid, light on her feet like this is somekind of dance even as she follows up, moving in, hitting hard as she sweeps a leg in to keep Lakshmi off-balance.]
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She understands feeling outmatched and the refusal to surrender, and if anything she respects it. There's something about that defiant determination that she might try to encourage if they were standing in different positions.
Not across an arbitrarily drawn line in the sand by virtue of the strain of this place.
Lakshmi tumbles, trying to compensate, but Natasha doesn't really give her the time for that. She's fluid, light on her feet like this is somekind of dance even as she follows up, moving in, hitting hard as she sweeps a leg in to keep Lakshmi off-balance.]