I really loved the mood in this story. I was half expecting a tragic ending, as their friendship and romance had a sort of stolen feeling to it. I also loved how the action and character exploration fit together. Seeing Wanda's powers through Natasha's POV when the world reset itself and the gun misfired was chilling and awesome.
My two favorite paragraphs were: Natasha didn't know why a super soldier alive after being frozen seventy years in ice, a gamma radiated scientist who turned into a green monster, and a Norse god from the myths suddenly turned real were easier to accept than Wanda's abilities but they were. They were simple in their own ways, their stories had a beginning and end and Wanda, she was anything but simple. Her story was winding and complex and Natasha had no idea where she was in it.
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Her nightgown is like gossamer and Natasha wonders if it was Wanda's life on the road as a Romani, forced to live off the minimum and never being able to afford nice things, that makes her so fond of the finer things in life now. Certainly, it's a tendency that Natasha can understand all too well herself, and is something she often gives into. Natasha pushes it aside, somewhere in the back of her mind aware of how much it must have cost Wanda, and treats the material carefully.
I don't think this pairing had ever occurred to me before, but I'm really glad you wrote it. In your hands, they have a great air of danger and empathy. They're two dangerous women who have a unique understanding of each other.
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My two favorite paragraphs were:
Natasha didn't know why a super soldier alive after being frozen seventy years in ice, a gamma radiated scientist who turned into a green monster, and a Norse god from the myths suddenly turned real were easier to accept than Wanda's abilities but they were. They were simple in their own ways, their stories had a beginning and end and Wanda, she was anything but simple. Her story was winding and complex and Natasha had no idea where she was in it.
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Her nightgown is like gossamer and Natasha wonders if it was Wanda's life on the road as a Romani, forced to live off the minimum and never being able to afford nice things, that makes her so fond of the finer things in life now. Certainly, it's a tendency that Natasha can understand all too well herself, and is something she often gives into. Natasha pushes it aside, somewhere in the back of her mind aware of how much it must have cost Wanda, and treats the material carefully.
I don't think this pairing had ever occurred to me before, but I'm really glad you wrote it. In your hands, they have a great air of danger and empathy. They're two dangerous women who have a unique understanding of each other.