[ Her smile peters out into something more genuine, a little more directly amused. Howard Stark: first and only person to call Natasha Romanoff a dreamer.
She doesn't clarify the expression. Instead, she shifts the set of her shoulders as she stands, brushing her palms against her sides before sparing another glance towards him. It looks -- a little thoughtful, but mostly approachable. The kind of expression a diner girl might wear when she's having a good day over a bad one. (The implications of time travel are easier to digest with magic, but she's still working the trajectory of that particular conversation.) ]
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She doesn't clarify the expression. Instead, she shifts the set of her shoulders as she stands, brushing her palms against her sides before sparing another glance towards him. It looks -- a little thoughtful, but mostly approachable. The kind of expression a diner girl might wear when she's having a good day over a bad one. (The implications of time travel are easier to digest with magic, but she's still working the trajectory of that particular conversation.) ]
Natasha.
[ Clarifying: ]
My name.