[ Natasha just arches an eyebrow at that, even though the girl won't meet her gaze right now. She gives a quiet, derisive scoff. ]

Yeah, that sounds like bullshit. Who cares what you're meant to do? No one gets to decide that but you. And I may not know you as well as your friends, but even I know that's not a mold you would ever comfortably fit into. You're too big and bright for that, and you shouldn't make yourself small for anyone.