My Past Is My Own

It makes me a bit angry that if you google ‘body positivity’, the first link that you’ll see is wikipedia’s ‘fat feminism’ 

captain–kitten:

“sounds good. although she might threaten to behead you a few times.” natasha grinned and extended a hand to pull clint towards the castle throne room where kat was waiting.

“aye aye captain hardass! i shalt keepeth the sex-craved males away fromst thy castle.” she’d have to get used to this proper stuck up speech. clint didn’t use it, and none of her assassin frien- aquaintances really used it, and they didn’t use it when they were kids. she also had no intention of unironically using it at any point in the future.

“don’t mock me, natasha,” kat snaps, and the words come out harsh but strained. “i’m pretty, and young, and marriageable. why wouldn’t i make such an assumption?” her elevated speech is an affectation she’s quite proud of after being known as nothing but  the brat of the castle as a child. 

“don’t mock me natasha,” she mocks. “you’re young, but pretty and marriageable are debateable, honestly.” and with that she walkedd out of the throne room and went to the stables to look for help. 

Give me Wanda Maximoff going to a synagogue, slipping into the back row, so she can have a minyan when she says kaddish for Pietro.

natasha looked around the room and raised an eyebrow. “sure, and the sun isn’t made of fire.” even kat’s ridiculous outifit denied that statement. she wasn’t going to complain though, at least she still had a room. 

“oh, whatever.” her tone is petulant to match the vivacity with which she rolls her eyes. “i’m a queen, i deserve nice things. and i don’t like having my privacy intruded upon.”

“aye aye captain hardass! i shalt keepeth the sex-craved males away fromst thy castle.” she’d have to get used to this proper stuck up speech. clint didn’t use it, and none of her assassin frien- aquaintances really used it, and they didn’t use it when they were kids. she also had no intention of unironically using it at any point in the future.

natasha smiled. “glad we can agree on something. now i trust you haven’t completly demolished my rooms from before, have you?” if she was doing her job, and she was doing it right, she’d need to plan, and get help. 

“of course i didn’t demolish your rooms. do you know how much that costs, natasha? we’re not made of money.” by the lavish furniture throughout the castle, you’d never know that, but whatever. “you’re welcome to them if it’s absolutely necessary for you to stay here. although i’m not entirely certain we’ll have room if you’re bringing anyone in, unless you expect me to share.”

natasha looked around the room and raised an eyebrow. “sure, and the sun isn’t made of fire.” even kat’s ridiculous outifit denied that statement. she wasn’t going to complain though, at least she still had a room. 

“i don’t have ‘friends.’ you can’t make friends in the work i’m doing, that’s how you’re supposed to know.” she rolled her eyes at ‘undesirables’. seriously, was there anyone or anything she didn’t degrade besides herself? “your security team is doing absolute horseshit. there are about ten posts in the castle left unmanned, and the people themselves are about as stupid as they look.”

“but – everyone has friends.” pert nose wrinkles in slight confusion. she remembers having friends, when she was what, seventeen? it seemed so long ago. “’s not my fault it’s a big castle,” and for once there’s a noticeable slip in her queenly diction. “castles aren’t supposed to be small. and the only people allowed in my private chambers are the maids and houseservants. unless you think one of them is smart enough to kill me.”  she snorts in a distinctly un-royal manner.

natasha smiled. “glad we can agree on something. now i trust you haven’t completly demolished my rooms from before, have you?” if she was doing her job, and she was doing it right, she’d need to plan, and get help. 

nat stepped closer to the throne, deciding it was time to get to the point. as much as she would love to sit back and watch a country fight against a shit queen, that shit queen was her sister, and no matter what it was her job to protect her.

“don’t touch me,” she snaps, although she makes no effort to move away. “how am i supposed to know you and your friends aren’t plotting to overthrow me? i don’t know the type of people you associate with since you left. you always did associate with the… undesirables. my security team is handling it beautifully and although i do appreciate the offer…”

“i don’t have ‘friends.’ you can’t make friends in the work i’m doing, that’s how you’re supposed to know.” she rolled her eyes at ‘undesirables’. seriously, was there anyone or anything she didn’t degrade besides herself? “your security team is doing absolute horseshit. there are about ten posts in the castle left unmaned, and the people themselves are about as stupid as they look.”