She took a bite out of her cookie recalling the story her father told her when she graduated high school at twelve and he mistook intelligence for maturity. He told her how she was barely born and needed surgery for an arc reactor and Natasha walked out on her. Didn't even bother naming her. She gave a tight smile after she swallowed what was in her mouth. "Glad she's not the same evil monster that my Natasha is." Then it started to hit her. "I would have family here?" That sounded forging to her.
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