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Greek, Natasha decided, was not that difficult a language to learn.

Of course, it was likely easy due to her prior established proficiency in languages. Fluent in ten, and at least able to get by in a couple others, she's had her fair share of adapting to new alphabets and grammar structures. A lot of what made it easier stemmed from the similarities between the language she was learning and the languages she already knew.

Surprisingly, she found that Russian had a few similarities with Greek. Most of it consisted of vocabulary, as Greek had quite the historical influence on most countries. It had to be the oldest language she's ever tried to learn, which meant that she could recognize a lot of loanwords and somewhat familiar alphabets.

The only downside was that she didn't actually have another language to relate it to—not in the way you could easily find common themes between Spanish, Italian, and French, or Russian, Belarusian, and Ukrainian. Greek belonged to its own language family, one that Natasha did not know much of, if she was being honest.

These were all things Truth had told her before, of course. Obviously they haven't had any more lessons since returning from Russia, but she remembered what she'd taught her on nights where she'd bring a book for her to read, speaking to her so eloquently in her birth language as if Natasha could somehow catch on, as if Natasha wasn't so distracted by the way the words fell from her lips, the way her accent shone, so unfamiliar but intriguing.

Okay. In light of that, maybe what Natasha remembered wasn't all that helpful because it didn't seem that she had been focusing on the right things.

"Oh, come on, even Cast Away?" Clint complained aloud. "So, what, we've got no horror, no action, and now nothing even remotely funny?"

His response was a short, vocal growl that had Natasha shaking her head.

"I'm just saying that, at this point, we might as well be watching a black screen, for Christ's sake!"

A quick grapple began at the end of the couch, their movements jostling Natasha who laid across most of her couch with her feet tucked under Clint's leg, Heidi somewhat pressed between her leg and the couch while her front half was on top of Clint.

"Fine! Why don't you pick the movie if you're going to be so picky about it?"

When their racket settled down some, Natasha returned her attention to the book in her hands, eyes searching for the line she'd left off on. She'd been stuck on the same page for longer than she liked, but it wasn't exactly helpful trying to learn a new language when she had a stubborn cat and an annoying best friend who refused to leave her be no matter how many times she'd told them off.

Despite her earlier insistence, Natasha decided that reading Greek and speaking it were two different levels of difficulty. She was still figuring out how to put all the characters together without having to go through each word syllable by syllable—