Natasha takes a deep breath. She's really not sure how to salvage this conversation, but the confusion and mistaken identity doesn't seem to be doing him any favors in enjoying the evening.
"That isn't you. Unless you were born one Steven Grant Rogers. In which case my mind is blown into so many chunks you'll be scraping brain matter off of the wall for a year."
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Natasha takes a deep breath. She's really not sure how to salvage this conversation, but the confusion and mistaken identity doesn't seem to be doing him any favors in enjoying the evening.
"That isn't you. Unless you were born one Steven Grant Rogers. In which case my mind is blown into so many chunks you'll be scraping brain matter off of the wall for a year."