DUDE. DUDE. I AM GOING FOR THE STREET SAVVY, ROUGH AND TUMBLE, TOO. I SAW YOURS ABOUT THREE SECONDS AFTER I HIT POST AND I WENT OMFG WHAT OH GOD HOW SO AMAZING. HOW SO AMAZING. Because that is exactly how it goes. That is exactly how she learns to keep her face still, to deal with whatever stupid cracks Tony or Tony's business associates throw at her, to go from zero to three mach and to fight dirty and how she comes up with the style she does. No matter how much freak speed, streak strength, she still has the same bones. The ones in the hands break easily. The ones in the legs, not so much.
She does still grow up on the streets, you know. Her dad loves her, and her Mom is distant because she knows exactly -- because she remembers what she looked like when she was that age, and the engineering that was done on her is proving to be uncannily dominant over the regular, human aspects.
After the first run-in, Natasha goes to her dad and asks him to teach her. All the bones have come back together, and it doesn't even hurt anymore -- there is just an ache in her hand, sort of nice, actually. By now, she has pieced together enough to figure out the outline: her dad, who now works in an electronics shop, had another life. Her mother can be a very, very dangerous woman.
"Little sun," he says. "I can't teach you. Your mother would kill me."
He turns his hands over, so that they are palm-up, and Natasha looks at him for a long, long moment.
Even before her parents get divorced a year after that, Natasha has been spending a lot of time riding the subway and looking for somebody who will give her trouble, so that she can learn.
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Date: 2010-05-23 10:35 pm (UTC)She does still grow up on the streets, you know. Her dad loves her, and her Mom is distant because she knows exactly -- because she remembers what she looked like when she was that age, and the engineering that was done on her is proving to be uncannily dominant over the regular, human aspects.
After the first run-in, Natasha goes to her dad and asks him to teach her. All the bones have come back together, and it doesn't even hurt anymore -- there is just an ache in her hand, sort of nice, actually. By now, she has pieced together enough to figure out the outline: her dad, who now works in an electronics shop, had another life. Her mother can be a very, very dangerous woman.
"Little sun," he says. "I can't teach you. Your mother would kill me."
He turns his hands over, so that they are palm-up, and Natasha looks at him for a long, long moment.
Even before her parents get divorced a year after that, Natasha has been spending a lot of time riding the subway and looking for somebody who will give her trouble, so that she can learn.