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

inheritorofmemories:

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.”

“Yes, Natalia. I truly believe that. Leaving you…especially the way I did….I sometimes think of it as the biggest mistake of my life. Ultimately, I’m quite pleased with how things ended up turning out, but I always wonder…what would have happened if I had stayed. Aside from that, to hurt you as I did was just asking to have it thrown back in my face. Karma simply took its time as I see it.”

He heard her suggest going to the gym and mulled over the notion. It had been a long time since the gym had provided him with any therapy beyond physical, but Ivan felt that perhaps, with the return of his old sparring partner, he could find some sort of solace in it once again. Nodding, he rose from the bed and led Natalia downstairs, through the lab and into the attached training area.

He began to do a bit of stretching, starting to think that some exercise might really do him some good.

Natasha had forgotten quite how introspective Ivan could get when he was in the mood, and while she understands it, it still sparks a little impatience within her. “Mistakes are made, and if we’re lucky, we get to correct them,” she shrugs. “You did. I’m here. Karma doesn’t come into it.”

She begins the familiar routine of stretching out, glad that she’d come prepared for this eventuality. While she’s not unaccustomed to sparring in clothes that definitely don’t fit the mould, she prefers to have every advantage - especially with Ivan.

Once she’s loosened up, Natasha climbs up, offering Ivan her hand with a smirk. “Come on, old man,” she calls. “If I win this bout, you call me Natasha?”