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“I was in Delaware- 1937, I remember. At Tony Stark’s annual Christmas Eve ball. She had this red lipstick on that matched her dress just right” Natasha sighed, her eyes going glossy in reminiscence. “She was the prettiest girl in the whole damn place. I was so nervous that it took me hours to build up the courage to talk to her. It was nearly a quarter to eleven when I finally got up and asked her to dance.” Natasha laughed a bit at her own past-self’s nervousness. She couldn’t stop the tips of her ears from tinting pink at the memory of her mystery girl’s lips brushing against her cheek.
"I never did catch her name."
(Oneshot, with chapter 2 being an alternate ending)