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Natasha stares at Yelena in the mirror, standing behind her. It’s strange, being able to stand here and watch her do her makeup like this.
Mundane tasks like this are things they’ve missed out on for too many years of their lives.
Dressing up simply because they want to. Putting on makeup because they want to.
Yelena leans over the sink, mascara brush in hand, attempting to do her lashes.
Natasha smiles, annoying Yelena and making her glare.
“You try to do better.” Yelena juts her chin out.
Natasha chuckles and reaches for the brush, ready to help her sister.