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[Natasha settles into frame easily, her expression characteristically cool and poised. This is a woman who's addressed the Senate and the UN and Pepper Potts all without flinching. She's hardly going to get flustered now.
She takes a deep breath, lips parting to speak.
Except she doesn't speak. She sings:]
I feel pretty.
[Starting rather soft and reedy, but with more strength as she continues.]
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and gay.
[With the 1961 lyrics.
Her voice isn't exactly going to make a Broadway star, but it's not bad either. And she's not afraid to commit. She would have done better with some Joan Jett or Stevie Nicks, though, which is what she expected when she made this bet.]
See the pretty girl in that mirror there?
Who can that attractive girl be?
[Through the entire performance, her demeanor stays as collected and professional as ever, hardly cracking a smile and never blushing. She's not giving Dean the satisfaction. She also resolutely ignores any replies until she finishes. No distractions.
She really ought to have done this months ago, but between missions and losing friends, it took a while to work up the initiative. She can just imagine what some of them would be saying if they were still around, almost harder to block out than speculation about what the people here who can watch will think.]
I feel stunning,
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
[When she finishes, the cocks her head to one side like she's stretching a kink out of her neck.]
Don't let it be said I don't pay my debts.
She takes a deep breath, lips parting to speak.
Except she doesn't speak. She sings:]
I feel pretty.
[Starting rather soft and reedy, but with more strength as she continues.]
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and gay.
[With the 1961 lyrics.
Her voice isn't exactly going to make a Broadway star, but it's not bad either. And she's not afraid to commit. She would have done better with some Joan Jett or Stevie Nicks, though, which is what she expected when she made this bet.]
See the pretty girl in that mirror there?
Who can that attractive girl be?
[Through the entire performance, her demeanor stays as collected and professional as ever, hardly cracking a smile and never blushing. She's not giving Dean the satisfaction. She also resolutely ignores any replies until she finishes. No distractions.
She really ought to have done this months ago, but between missions and losing friends, it took a while to work up the initiative. She can just imagine what some of them would be saying if they were still around, almost harder to block out than speculation about what the people here who can watch will think.]
I feel stunning,
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
[When she finishes, the cocks her head to one side like she's stretching a kink out of her neck.]
Don't let it be said I don't pay my debts.
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[That is clearly a trick question and he's not stepping in it.]
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[Throwing the question back on her. Natasha laughs slightly, surrendering.]
I'll be there.
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