"That's true, though I've met my Japanase dubber. Sweet girl, you'd never believe she could get her voice as low as she does." Natasha was relieved, actually. There were really four versions of her. The real her, the dream her, the role she played on television, and the spy her character on television played. It was like layers of an onion, and while she often used part of herself and parts of her dreams, they were different people.
It was a reason she was ending the show, one she only shared with herself - Black Widow, the television character, was becoming too much like Black Widow, the SHIELD agent and Avenger.
That realization had been the final nail.
Once she had the hang of it, Natasha took a wave, rising to her feet and balancing on it, feet spread enough to maintain her balance while also controlling the board. She let out a whoop.