"I like that you call me James," he adds quickly, he doesn't want her to think that he doesn't like the name, or that it wasn't real. Every time it comes into his memory it's like a breath of fresh hair, something melting way a little more at whatever ice was locking up things.
He glances over at the area where there would be just enough space for some dancing, focusing on it in silence for a minute, as if willing his memory to find this place. His face is strained until it breaks, a smile coming across his face. He's found it, that memory tucked away and he starts humming the song in the tape deck. He doesn't have the words, or know the song name, but the melody is there, and he watches for Natasha's reaction to make sure it isn't false.
"One question though, why did I call you Mrs. Popov when I asked you to dance with me?" it's curious to him. Strange, everything he'd seen was Natasha Romanoff, Natalia Romanovoa, nothing to give that name or a suggestion that she'd ever been married in some way. Why does the idea of her having been married bother him? The same way that stupid archer did too.
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He glances over at the area where there would be just enough space for some dancing, focusing on it in silence for a minute, as if willing his memory to find this place. His face is strained until it breaks, a smile coming across his face. He's found it, that memory tucked away and he starts humming the song in the tape deck. He doesn't have the words, or know the song name, but the melody is there, and he watches for Natasha's reaction to make sure it isn't false.
"One question though, why did I call you Mrs. Popov when I asked you to dance with me?" it's curious to him. Strange, everything he'd seen was Natasha Romanoff, Natalia Romanovoa, nothing to give that name or a suggestion that she'd ever been married in some way. Why does the idea of her having been married bother him? The same way that stupid archer did too.