"You Dance?"

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by mar_multi

by mar_multi

tw: mild cursing

pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!reader friend

other characters: none

You're one of the new Avengers, and you've only been at the compound for about four months. You're already super close with a lot of the team, but there is a lot of stuff about you that no one knows.

It's a quiet night; 11 pm sharp. You creep out of your room in a black leotard, pink tights, and a ballet skirt with your pointe shoe bag in one hand and your phone in the other. You creep downstairs and into the dance studio.

You gently shut the door behind you, place your stuff down, and put on some ballet music very quietly, being very careful not to make too much noise.

You sit on the floor and put on your toe tape, toe caps, toe pads, and finally your pointe shoes. A small smile creeps across your face as you get excited you're about to dance, and a single tear falls from your eye when you realize you haven't danced -- not even improv-ed at all -- in months. It's crazy to you. You can't believe it.

You walk to the mirror slowly, wiping your tear as you sniffle. You carefully roll up en pointe, turning to the side to admire the back of your legs and your arches in the mirror.

"God, this is insane," you mumble to yourself, shaking your head in disbelief. You walk over to the barre and run two fingers across its length before heading back to center and rolling up en pointe again. You do a little warm-up in your shoes, never taking your eyes off your feet in the mirror. You can't help but smile like a little kid. You're dancing again.

You do a few changements and echappes and then do a lot of chaines, pique turns, soutenus, and lame ducks around the room. It feels like flying. One second you're an Avenger at the compound in Upstate, New York, and the next? You're back in high school, soaring across the stage at a theatre with all your friends and favorite dance teachers. It's the time of your life.

You're in the middle of a really long turn combo -- full of pirouettes, fouettes, and al a seconds -- when, suddenly, Nat opens the door. You don't realize she's there until you finally land your turn sequence -- perfectly.

"You dance?" Nat asks, bewildered at the talent she just witnessed.
"Oh, my God, you scared the shit out of me," you jump, clasping your hand to your chest.
"Sorry!"
"It's fine! Yes, I dance," you smile, happy that someone here finally knows.
"I knew your legs couldn't be that muscular just from the gym," she smirks, laughing a little.
"Nope, they sure are not. I've been dancing for a really long time. Since I was two."
"Wow."
"I love it so much, Nat. I love it so damn much," you shake your head.
"I can tell," she smiles, nodding.
You laugh.

"You're really, really good, Y/N. Like, really good."
"You think?"
"I know."
"Thanks, Nat. You should come dance with me sometime," you smile, tilting your head.
"You know what? Maybe I will."
"That would be great."
"Thanks for the offer."
"Thanks for the compliment."

You exchange another smile, and Nat heads off to bed.

You're still dancing, of course.

word count: 557
:) hope you enjoyed <3
sorry this is really choppy eek
i'm a dancer, so i hope y'all like how i actually used dance terms AHAHA
lyyy