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13: hand kiss

"We've been together for... oh, six months? It's a really new relationship, but I think it was a long time coming, truthfully." 

Dropping her hand to her side, Natasha intertwines her fingers with Jim's and gives a beaming smile to the man who'd approached them. This was not part of the plan. Of course, when the only time that they could have gotten into the building without raising suspicion-- or tripping alarms-- was during a high-profile dinner party-slash-ball, variables were bound to change without notice. When the variables were people, they were also unpredictable. 

No, that was a lie. People were generally predictable. But when there were so many to take into account? Natasha was good, but she didn't have eyes in the back of her head. 

The man in question had one of those faces that could fit any number of people in the world. Generic. Handsome, but not a Greek god. Unforgettable. The suit he's wearing is just as unforgettable, being a simple black tuxedo. What gives him away as someone with wealth, aside from the fact that he had been invited to the party to begin with, is the cut-- Hugo Boss, impeccably tailored to fit him perfectly. She'd even go so far as to say that he had the best tailor in the business-- but he isn't the man they're looking for. He wore Armani. 

"I daresay I wouldn't be able to cut in?" He asks, turning to face Jim, much to Natasha's chagrin. At least he's polite, but the tradition of asking the man if one was able to dance with the woman instead of just asking her outright seemed just a little old-fashioned. 

She also has a very vague idea of what he could possibly say to this man, but anything less than a surety is not enough for her. She doesn't want to find out the hard way if he's on board with her. File 'not being able to discuss a game plan' under why she doesn't like doing her work out of the shadows-- when she's with a partner, that is.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, we were just about to go dancing ourselves," she says, stepping closer to Jim as if she'd done it subconsciously. "We haven't been able to all evening, and this is our first function together." 

"Ah, I understand. In that case, you two have a good evening-- I hope we see each other again." He finishes his sentence directed to Natasha, and she gives him a nod as she turns away from him and steers Jim towards the dance floor. It should be the end of that, but she can still feel his eyes on her.

     Keeping a straight face after hearing the suggestion in the first place was difficult enough. Then she’d shot it down. Not that she really had a problem with it, it was just that they were still in the same building as a certain Nick Fury, and walking in on two of his best agents while compromised was probably not going to turn out well. For anybody. After that whole fiasco where her secret files had gotten leaked to those vile men, Fury obviously knew that they were prone to… experimentation. 

That didn’t mean he wanted to walk in on them. 

     So she’d told him to wait until they got home which, at first, seemed like something that they could handle without much difficulty. Right? Wrong. Because, though they hadn’t even been out of the building for ten minutes, he was already bringing it up. 

     Quite frankly, she was more willing to the idea than she was going to give the impression of. Naturally, that meant drawing out a hum, pressing her lips together and directing her sight up and to the right. Finally, she sighed, letting tension flow out of her shoulders. Looking at him through the corner of her eyes, the corners of her mouth twisted into a barely-concealed smirk.

16: Upside-Down Kiss

     He's watching television when Natasha comes home, which would not be so strange if he wasn't sitting on the couch upside down. From what he's described to her -- but that she wouldn't know for herself, childhood having been remarkably lacking -- it looks like he's attempting to replicate a childhood habit. If she has to admit, it's... kind of adorable. 

     Look at her boyfriend, the deadly assassin, the Winter Soldier, sitting upside down on the couch, watching Saturday morning cartoons with a bowl of popcorn on the floor to his right. 

     She pauses in the doorway before kicking it closed behind her and tossing her keys in the bowl on the table in the foyer. Then she drops onto her hands and knees, maneuvering through table legs and chair legs (because it's not difficult and god damn it, it has to be a little bit difficult). It's not certain whether or not James has noticed her coming, but the likelihood he hasn't is low. Very low. 

     He still hasn't acknowledged her when she's making her final move of rolling over in his direction, stopping right in front of him and pressing her lips to his before he can say anything like, "you're blocking the show!". It's more chaste than one would expect of the ex-KGB agents, but they're two idiots in love (but don't ever tell James that she included herself in that first part), and who the hell cares what other people expect? 

9: Jawline Kiss

     Okay, chalk it up to curiosity. Monsters and magic be damned, this guy is an alien and if there is one thing that Natasha is, it's curious. What exactly, she's curious about is a completely different question, because by this point she's sort of just going with it, but it doesn't really surprise her when she's propped up on the balls of her feet. At this point, kissing people is just second nature to her.

Although, this is the first time that her victim is an alien. 

     A seven foot-something blue alien wearing a headdress and carrying a hammer more wicked than Thor's. (She's not even going to make a mental "overcompensation?" joke because alien anatomy is very foreign to her, and she sort of wants it to stay foreign? Jury's out.)

Damn, this guy is tall. 

Send me ☄ for a text that was supposed to be deleted, but was accidentally sent.

sms ; Steve the Star-Spangled Dinosaur > Are you aware that there is an entire lingerie set with your face on it?

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sms ; Steve the Star-Spangled Dinosaur > I didn't meant to send that. Oops.

ツ for an excited text.

sms ; Shar-bear > Mission! Going to Greece <333

♡ for a lustful text.

sms ; Shar-bear > Just by the way, that new white suit is really sexy.

❧ for a text that was about my muse, but was meant to be for someone else.

sms ; Shar-bear > Oh, come on, don't kid yourself. If anyone deserves that promotion, it's 13. 

♀ for a heartbreaking text.

sms ; Shar-bear > How did you deal with it?

sms ; Shar-bear > When Steve... when he died?

sms ; Shar-bear > What do I do?

✼ for a mean/rude text.

sms ; Shar-bear > FYI that dress totally makes your hips look big.

☄ for a text that was supposed to be deleted, but was accidentally sent.

sms ; Shar-bear > So let me get this straight, Voldemort has his soul split into... eight pieces? Gross. 

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