Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa this is so good! Such a perfect song choice, and oh, Natasha, reclaiming and relearning what it means to be herself again and again, and how much Bruce's way of being helps her to find her own centre. *rolls around in this* Open my heart and let it bleed onto yours indeed. Plus, argh, I'd never noticed the shift from "Got a curse I cannot lift" to "Got a curse we cannot lift" in the song before, so that perfect look of understanding they exchange on the latter line killed me just about dead