[Which is actually only half-true; Natasha has, and she remembers it. So it's close enough. But she nods her head at that, because it's good enough, she thinks- or hopes, anyway. She takes a breath, but it's more to steady her nerves, make sure she can keep it under control.
She holds her hands slightly less than a foot apart, and bright blue lightning sparks, draws a line between two of her fingertips. Her blue eyes glow faintly, and she lets it grow slightly, electricity sliding over her fingers, shifting, moving along the back of her hands. She keeps it small, but how absolutely effortless it seems might hint that it's probably not the extent of what she can do.]
I wont use it, not intentionally. But sometimes I can slip.
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[Which is actually only half-true; Natasha has, and she remembers it. So it's close enough. But she nods her head at that, because it's good enough, she thinks- or hopes, anyway. She takes a breath, but it's more to steady her nerves, make sure she can keep it under control.
She holds her hands slightly less than a foot apart, and bright blue lightning sparks, draws a line between two of her fingertips. Her blue eyes glow faintly, and she lets it grow slightly, electricity sliding over her fingers, shifting, moving along the back of her hands. She keeps it small, but how absolutely effortless it seems might hint that it's probably not the extent of what she can do.]
I wont use it, not intentionally. But sometimes I can slip.