[The scene takes Natasha off guard. Perhaps nothing should surprise her anymore, but suddenly being swept up in someone else's memory wasn't something she'd anticipated.
But the sight unfolds around her, and it's—it's sweet.
She tenses even so as she watches, waiting to see if they notice her—can they—or for there to be some kind of trap.
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But the sight unfolds around her, and it's—it's sweet.
She tenses even so as she watches, waiting to see if they notice her—can they—or for there to be some kind of trap.
She doesn't trust things that seem sweet.]