"There you go again, trying to ruin my reputation," Natasha rolled her eyes, but there's a hint of self-consciousness in her reaction as she drops her sponge in the bucket.

Being a person was still something that sometimes felt strange. It was certainly a newer change. Maybe since that day Clint brought her in, when she ceased being just a weapon. A tool to be used, a dagger to be wielded or cast. Considering the years she'd spent being otherwise, this still felt new and strange at times. She wondered if she'd ever get used to it.

"I'm not trying to make excuses or limit it, Pepper. It's just a little strange at times."