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Of all the post-battle wind-down excursion ideas her fellow Avengers had, Nat couldn't say schlepping around an art gallery was one of her favourites, especially since most of the guys had been stood staring at the same painting for at least ten minutes now - she couldn't understand it, it wasn't even a nude!
"Come on, tell me you don't see it," said Bucky, prompting Steve, Tony, and Clint all to start turning their heads back and forth between said painting and Natasha's own face.
She frowned, looked past them at the piece in question and frowned harder - okay, so maybe she did bear a passing resemblance to that particular Vermeer, at least when she was younger... and wasn't that just weird?