They'd both lived and shared enough of the horror. It was far more about life and living now, wasn't it. Nat was absolutely excited to be thinking about this vacation that seemed to be on the horizon for the both of them. She can't even recall having looked forward to one like this, perhaps because she'd never shared one before. It would be different for her.
"You can pick the language, and I will be happy to give lessons while we are about. It's best to immerse yourself in it. I will simply teach while we are out and about. I think that's how I tended to pick them up easiest." There were a few she was forced to learn in the classroom, but most of all Natasha learned by talking, living and immersing herself in a culture for a while. It was how she picked up every inflection she needed, and learned the way people of that language truly spoke so that she could impersonate anyone if needed.
Squaring and redirecting herself so that she fit into his arms, Natasha sighed softly. She couldn't remember the last time she'd enjoyed being held by someone. Maybe now and then by Clint, but their relationship was completely different. They could never develop, no matter what because of his family. She never let herself relax completely like she did now.
"I think we'll find plenty of time to practice our fighting skills. I train often, and work out even more than that. You're always welcome."
Humming over the thoughts of where they could go, Natasha leaned forward and brought over her laptop from the coffee table in front of them and opened it up. "Let's see now, how about somewhere like the Maldives or would you rather stay closer to home and do somewhere like the Caribbean?"
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"You can pick the language, and I will be happy to give lessons while we are about. It's best to immerse yourself in it. I will simply teach while we are out and about. I think that's how I tended to pick them up easiest." There were a few she was forced to learn in the classroom, but most of all Natasha learned by talking, living and immersing herself in a culture for a while. It was how she picked up every inflection she needed, and learned the way people of that language truly spoke so that she could impersonate anyone if needed.
Squaring and redirecting herself so that she fit into his arms, Natasha sighed softly. She couldn't remember the last time she'd enjoyed being held by someone. Maybe now and then by Clint, but their relationship was completely different. They could never develop, no matter what because of his family. She never let herself relax completely like she did now.
"I think we'll find plenty of time to practice our fighting skills. I train often, and work out even more than that. You're always welcome."
Humming over the thoughts of where they could go, Natasha leaned forward and brought over her laptop from the coffee table in front of them and opened it up. "Let's see now, how about somewhere like the Maldives or would you rather stay closer to home and do somewhere like the Caribbean?"