Anon, no, there is too much. Let me sum up.
Natasha & film noir trenchcoats, Natasha & how she tries to save her enemies but not the ones that don’t deserve it, Natasha & 60s beehive hairdos fight me, Natasha & books, Natasha & Bucky, Natasha & Matt, Natasha & Clint, Natasha & haters to the left, Natasha & that DC crossover with Huntress that they should totally give me, Natasha & the fact that she once wore one earring that said “B” and one earring that said “W” and no one could tell her she wasn’t fabulous, Natasha & never being “drawn” by Greg Land again, Natasha & never. giving. up., Natasha & how she goes out of her way to mentor other women, Natasha & that new series that Marvel should totally give me, Natasha & on the rooftops, in the rain, Natasha & her own movie that Marvel should totally give me, Natasha & how she hurts people and means it, Natasha & knowing love is not just for children, Natasha & the fact that she left him, Natasha & her control, Natasha & her liberation, Natasha and ballet— not the fake memories, not the disguises, but those disciplined, aching instants she can be alone with her mirrors and rise and leap and turn and twist— just to feel herself be pointed and perfect for one moment she cannot hold onto, one moment they cannot take away.