I Have Some Secrets No One Should Know.
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8 years ago
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ivananddmitri:

inheritorofmemories:

Natasha raises an eyebrow at Ivan, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “You can’t think of anything I might want to talk to you about? Given that you’ve shut yourself up in here and shunned the outside world?” She sighs, pushing her hair back from her face. “Come on, Ivan. You’re better than some petty jabs, and I’m better than walking away because of them.”

Ivan sighed softly, knowing she was right. “I know…but a man can dream, can he not?” Having Natalia back in his life had been….quite an adjustment, to say the least. Still, he was glad to have her..most of the time. He stared at her for several seconds more before slowly moving the let his legs hang over the side of bed and sit up beside her, staring down at the floor at his feet. 

“I just….I should have seen it coming…I let myself get far to comfortable…but I know I deserved it. The universe is just punishing me…for…past transgressions.” He looked over at Natalia, a familiar pain and regret welling up inside him, visible even in his eyes. He only dared gaze at her for a couple of seconds before he stood, reluctantly, and walked over to his closet. Grabbing a black tank top, some black sweats, and a pair of black boxers, Ivan headed to his bathroom to take the shower and shave that Natalia demanded earlier. Part of it was because she told him, but it was mostly because he knew he needed it. 

The shower was quick, his time shaving brief, and soon enough he emerged from the bathroom to sit beside Nat once again. He didn’t feel much better, but at least they could get this talk out of the way.

Natasha waits on the bed, ignoring the occasional buzzing of her phone in favour of considering the words. When Ivan sits beside her once more, she looks up, almost aggressively curious. “Do you really believe that? You deserved this?”

Her scowl is quick, imperceptible to any who knew her less thoroughly than Ivan once did, although her sigh is clear. “The universe doesn’t give a shit about us,” she says, pulling herself up from the bed restlessly. Pacing the room as though caged, she looks back to him.

“The gym?” It was how they’d always worked things out, way back when, and she still thinks better while her body exhausts itself with the physicality of the fight. “You can explain just what fresh brand of torture you’re applying to your own mind.”