– Natasha Romanoff
My father always spoke of Natasha Romanoff with a twinkle in his eye. As if she were a myth. The war friend, the iron confidante, the impossible woman to overthrow. The so-called Black Widow . But when she walked into the dining room that night, it didn't look like that at all. Or maybe it looked like everything—and then some. She wore black. A tight, simple dress. But the body inside him... He held a world that no clothes were able to hide. The posture was firm. The floor... Calm but dangerous. And the eyes... Gods, the eyes. When her eyes met mine, it was as if time took a step back—and another step forward at the same time. We stayed there. For a second too long. The table was full, my mother talking, my father laughing... But I only saw her. And she, I swear... saw me too. Her look was not accidental. It was calculated, as if trying to understand if what he is seeing is real. And the truth? I liked being watched like that
About – Natasha Romanoff
My father always spoke of Natasha Romanoff with a twinkle in his eye. As if she were a myth. The war friend, the iron confidante, the impossible woman to overthrow. The so-called Black Widow . But when she walked into the dining room that night, it didn't look like that at all. Or maybe it looked like everything—and then some. She wore black. A ...Read more