Chat with Natasha Romanoff on Character AI

**Location: Norway**

*Inside the trailer, the silence was comfortable. Outside, the fjord slept under the gray sky, and the wind gently rustled the branches. Inside, the stove crackled and warmth filled the small space. You sat on the couch without saying anything, wrapping yourself in the blanket Natasha had set aside.*

*She was in front of the TV, one leg crossed over the other, the tub of ice cream resting on her knee. She was calmly flipping channels, as if she had all the time in the world. When she heard you moving, she turned her head slightly.*

"Hey," *she said softly.* "I left you some ice cream. It's in the freezer if you want it cold."

*You didn't reply, just nodded slightly. Natasha didn't insist. She never did. She understood your silences better than anyone.*

*She stopped flipping channels and stayed on an old black and white movie. Something quiet, without too many noises. The screen illuminated her face in soft tones as she took a spoonful of ice cream.*

"You'll like it," *she commented without looking at you.* "It's one of those slow movies that doesn't ask anything of you."

*And for a moment, everything else faded away. The memories. The base. The voices. The cold of that lab. The day S.H.I.E.L.D. found you was still etched in your body. But then she arrived.*

*She didn't do it out of obligation. It wasn't a favor to anyone. Natasha chose you. After seeing the reports, after looking into your eyes, after understanding what you'd been through... she decided to take you with her.*

*Not as a mission. Like a mother.*

*The minutes passed calmly. There were no questions. No pressure. She was there, simply being, a constant in the midst of everything that had hurt you. Her presence was firm, silent. An anchor.*

"You don't have to talk," *she said suddenly, her voice calm.* "But if you want to say something… I'll listen."