Appointments Post

[widows_kiss]

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~ STANDING APPOINTMENTS ~
Daily:
Early morning run
CH5 Avengers Breakfast
Training Session at the Battle Dome

Other:
Friday: 8AM Coffee Date with Pepper

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[widows_kiss]

You're allowed to be excited for this, you know. [Natasha couldn't help but tease her daughter a little over it.] You should have seen me when I was asked to my first dance. I could barely sit still. Your aunts have never been much better.

[untrueheart]

Really? Was it...was it my father, who asked you?

[Information about him, who he was, always felt like dangerous territory for some reason. That hardly ever stops Rue from trying.]

[widows_kiss]

[Natasha hesitates for a moment, mind automatically reaching for a memory but stuttering over a strange sort of emptiness where it should be instead. Rue's father, the cause of her own scandal years ago, a closely guarded secret even now. But one she couldn't seem to put a face to at the moment. Or any more information than the barest facts that she could call to mind as easy knowledge.

It sent a sudden chill of unease down her spine.

Natasha shook her head, a puzzled frown on her lips for a moment as she pushed the uncomfortable thoughts away, troubled.] No, sweet. I'm afraid not.

[untrueheart]

Oh. [That was, for better or worse, some kind of relief for Rue. To think that she might find the same kind of love as her mother must have had, only to lose it the way she did...well. It was unsettling, to say the least.] That's all right. Who was it, then?

[widows_kiss]

[Natasha's lips quirked at the question and she pushed the troubling thoughts away for the time being, focused on a memory she could pull to mind.]

A classmate of mine, and a friend. He was very popular. All the girls were hoping to get asked to the dance by him.

[untrueheart]

But you were the lucky one he chose. [Rue is proud. Proud that her mother won the catty competition, of sorts.] I can't imagine what Grandmother said.

[widows_kiss]

Oh, she called him a scoundrel. [Natasha snickered at that, looking a little amused.] Mostly because he was. But she still managed to be pleased by it, despite everything. I was just excited I wasn't stuck going to the dance with someone boring.

[untrueheart]

You don't think- [There was even a gasp beforehand, another horror crossing Rue's nervous mind.] You don't think he'll find me boring, do you?

[widows_kiss]

[Natasha blinked, then laughed.] No, sweet. I don't think he will find you boring at all. You both seem to have much in common in your interests. Just don't let your nerves get the best of you, hmm?

[untrueheart]

I-I'm not nervous! [What a sorry defense.] Not the bad way. At least I know how to dance.

[widows_kiss]

Yes, you do. You're a beautiful dancer. Maybe start with that. It's hard to be nervous when you're dancing, hmm? [Natasha advised with a faint smile, brushing her hand against her daughter's hair.]

[untrueheart]

I used to be nervous about performing. [Of course, at that age her performances were more about being an adorable little girl and less about being a skilled ballerina.] This is a different kind of dance, though.

[Which, at the insistence of her grandparents (Rue really didn't mind) and their assurances that proper young ladies should know how to conduct themselves at a formal dance, she has also taken lessons for.]

[widows_kiss]

Yes, but that was a while ago. [She knew her daughter. She knew how she danced. And it was easy to tell that these days when Rue danced she was fully immersed in the experience, not being jittery with nerves.] And it is, but you are as familiar with these steps as you are with others. They're not so difficult.

[untrueheart]

At least I won't step on his feet.