A brother? A lover, more likely. By the way she talks. She would overturn regret. It's a fair change to make.

Natasha catches the dry erase marker and pulls off the cap with a distinct pop before getting up from her seat and writing

change a past regret on the board. It's the first thing written there, and Natasha takes her seat once more and begins tossing the marker again.

"What's the cliche answer? I want a pony?" She smirks slightly, giving a tiny, noncommittal shrug of her shoulders.