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The Winter Soldier did not waste bullets, time, or death. Natasha told herself that and fingered her scar. The Winter Soldier did not leave witnesses, but he had left her by that cliff outside of Odessa. Was Natasha an exception? Or did she not count as a witness? Had he looked at her and seen the same black button eyes reflected back at him, the on/off switch, the tick of clockwork? Years later, Natasha watched the Soldier slam into the freeway concrete. The bullet holes in her abdomen had healed, and she knew this thing did not consider itself a person. They were animate objects, both of them, useless in the witness stand. He hadn’t pulled the car transmission out, after all, hadn’t stripped the cell phone in the victim’s pocket, or shot up the rocks at the side of that road outside Odessa. He hadn’t shot her. He had left her there, breathing, and the Winter Soldier didn’t leave witnesses. On cold nights, Natasha dreamed of ballerinas: porcelain, exquisite, their ribs jutting out stark under their skin. (A Natasha Romanoff character focus)!fic, site:archiveofourown, fandom:theavengers, fandom:ironman, fandom:captainamerica, fandom:captainamerica-allmediatypes, fandom:marvelcinematicuniverse, rating:teenandupaudiences, pairing:natasha.romanov.&.avengers.team, pairing:natasha.romanov.&.shield, pairing:steve.rogers.&.natasha.romanov, pairing:the.black.widow.&.the.winter.soldier, pairing:sharon.carter.&.natasha.romanov, pairing:clint.barton.&.natasha.romanov, ~author:dirgewithoutmusic, genre:gen, genre:episode-tag/missing-scene
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The Winter Soldier did not waste bullets, time, or death. Natasha told herself that and fingered her scar. The Winter Soldier did not leave witnesses, but he had left her by that cliff outside of Odessa. Was Natasha an exception? Or did she not count as a witness? Had he looked at her and seen the same black button eyes reflected back at him, the on/off switch, the tick of clockwork? Years later, Natasha watched the Soldier slam into the freeway concrete. The bullet holes in her abdomen had healed, and she knew this thing did not consider itself a person. They were animate objects, both of them, useless in the witness stand. He hadn’t pulled the car transmission out, after all, hadn’t stripped the cell phone in the victim’s pocket, or shot up the rocks at the side of that road outside Odessa. He hadn’t shot her. He had left her there, breathing, and the Winter Soldier didn’t leave witnesses. On cold nights, Natasha dreamed of ballerinas: porcelain, exquisite, their ribs jutting out stark under their skin. (A Natasha Romanoff character focus)!fic, site:archiveofourown, fandom:theavengers, fandom:ironman, fandom:captainamerica, fandom:captainamerica-allmediatypes, fandom:marvelcinematicuniverse, rating:teenandupaudiences, pairing:natasha.romanov.&.avengers.team, pairing:natasha.romanov.&.shield, pairing:steve.rogers.&.natasha.romanov, pairing:the.black.widow.&.the.winter.soldier, pairing:sharon.carter.&.natasha.romanov, pairing:clint.barton.&.natasha.romanov, ~author:dirgewithoutmusic, genre:gen, genre:episode-tag/missing-scene
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