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[ Bruce doesn't mean to listen in, but as he walks by her open door he can't help but hear. ]

Sounds good [ He speaks in Hindi, leaning into the room. ]

Edited 2012-08-21 15:11 (UTC)

Natasha was fluent in a collection of languages, but Hindi was not one of them. She recognized it for what it was, though and took a moment to observe the younger of the new household guests. Though, she supposed they weren't so new anymore...

She cleared her throat to announced her presence and asked, "What's that for?"

The redhead didn't enter the room just yet and instead took to leaning her weight against the door frame, arms neatly folding and crossing her torso.

[She turns, grinning at Bruce and speaking in Hindi in return.]

Think so? I feel like inflection is still off.

Charlie looks up at Natasha, managing a half smile. She wasn't sure about Natasha at first. She didn't seem to enjoy her assignment and Charlie wasn't sure what to do about it. But now? Well, she likes her.

"The Hindi?" Charlie's sure that's what Natasha meant. "Oh, um...Mr. Banner is teaching me."

She pushed off the frame and crossed over, eyeing the homework over Charlie's shoulder.

"Not surprised. Any particular reason why?"

It had certainly taken adjusting to, having teenagers about their new home, but over time, she had learned to, if not tolerate, come to accept the new Avengers. They certainly could hold their own and that spoke quite a bit to her.

The homework is an English assignment. The students were asked to write an essay on what book they think is the biggest waste of paper. Charlie chose the whole Twilight series.

"We were talking one day and the subject of languages came up," because they'd been talking about her education and how she missed years at a time due to the Shop chasing her. "He told me what languages he knew and I asked if I could learn Hindi."

A pause, some hesitance because she still cringes at the idea of discussing the Shop and the hell they caused but... "I'm now legally alive again and I want to travel. In my own way." And not because she has to run from something.

"I wanna visit India someday."

Natasha nearly balked at the subject of the fire manipulator's research, but was quick to squash her flare up once it was established (after further reading) why Charlie had chosen the horrid excuse for literature. A waste of trees, indeed.

She recognized the step forward in even mentioning the lengths to which Charlie had had to go through all because of the Shop. And though it was vaguely, it was something. Tasha looked at her with genuine admiration. It was brief, but it was there all the same.

"I did a job there once with Barton," she began to explain, taking up an empty seat. "It's a culture shock, almost. The Caste system and everything...but you be sure to ride an elephant. If nothing else, you have to try it."

Feel bad for her, Natasha. Charlie had to read the books before doing the research. The only reason she knows they suck is she caught a few minutes of it on TV once and then changed the channel in horror. It also helps that a few of the girls in her class LOOOOOVE the books.

Can she immolate them? Is that bad or should she save that for whatever decides to threaten the city/world/the people she cares about next? Really, immolation seems the best option.

Anyway.

She smiles a bit more at the brief look. It's unexpected and delightful to see, honestly.

"I'll try. It's on my list of things to do there."

Sympathy, you have it. Heaps of it. Natasha would think it better to use them for fire practice, make use of the fireplace and all.

The redhead perked one eyebrow and asked, "List, huh? What else made this list?"

"Eat the street food." This girl has a love of cooking. She's good at it and has probably fed the house a time or two. She worked in restaurants while on the run and Norma taught her quite a lot about cooking, so she can turn out a decent meal or two from time to time. She also has a healthy curiosity about foods from other places.

"See a river dolphin. Take a trip to the Ganges. That's...all I have so far. I'm still researching."

"Surprisingly, the hot dog vendors aren't half bad. Scary looking, sure, but the one at 24 West and 55th Street is definitely worth checking out."

Her list was pleasantly surprising and if nothing else, Charlie earned a few points in Tasha's eyes. No stupid shit, like belly shots or obnoxious tattoos.

She did a look around the room and asked, "And what about here; adjusting well enough?"

Either the redhead was making small talk, prying for personal investigative reasons, or she genuinely cared, but there was no hint of which was the reason behind her asking.

Charlie doesn't have a lot of patience for stupid shit. Nor does she have a lot of experience with it, either. She wants to keep it that way, surprisingly. Sometimes, she's a little too mature for a girl her age.

Charlie looked around her room as well. In her first week or so here, it had been very minimalist, almost as if she were still ready to run which she was. It was a constant for her, unfortunately.

But now? It actually looked like someone lived in there. There were clothes on the bed that needed put away. There were pictures of her and Peter goofing off. Ticket stubs from movies she went to see with Barton.

"Yeah. Yeah, I am. I kinda like it here."

[ He laughs a bit. ] No no, it's great for a non-native speaker. You're picking this up a lot quicker than I did.

[She smiles, pleased that he said she's doing so well.] Yeah? I blame eavesdropping. I have a habit of listening closely to local accents. It helped me blend in while traveling.

[And by traveling, she meant running but Bruce'd know that.] That might be what helps.

"Good," she nodded, eyes focusing on the homework but with a distant look, her thoughts carrying her elsewhere.

"They're good people; for the most part. Unique in the very least."

Natasha's gaze drifted back towards Charlie's. "Have to be for me to stick around this long, right?"

She smirked and gave a dry laugh. Where she might only die for one of them specifically, the assassin did stand by her team, and would take certain measures to ensure their safety. Eventually, most likely, Peter and Charlie would make that list, too.

Charlie's paper is almost done, thank God. What she wants to do to it is burn it but it's due in two days. That wouldn't work at all, would it?

"Yeah. I like them." Mainly she likes Peter but she'll deny that until she learns it's actually okay to and just because she likes him doesn't mean something bad is going to happen to him or that she's going to lose him.

"How long have you been with them?"

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Sorry, been EXTREMELY busy. x_X

i totally get it. my kids just started school and my husband returned from deployment