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Selina breathed like she had made it an art form, her chest rising and falling with the sedative quality of a lullaby. The night was so quiet that Odinson could hear each of her breath with ease, a hint of a smirk then creeped onto his face and he simply let it sit there, warming his face whilst the kittens fingers allowed a more provocative view of her cleavage. “Is this how you operate with police officers to get out of trouble? I must admit this is very… persuasive.”

Platonic Requests for Affection 

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Natasha had to chuckle a little at that. “Hugs are nice. Just usually not around in our line of work.” Pushing back her red with blonde tips behind her. Looking up at him. “Warm is not a word people associate with a former Russian spy. It is nice to have someone say that me. You have a pretty tight and warm hug. Though it could be just all the muscles you are packing there. 

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Given the desire to be drunk after the mission that they had just shared, Natasha had used every trick in the book in order to get drunk and to do so quickly. However, she still hadn’t expected it to work. 

That it was working, was really making her night. 

It had also led her to agreeing to play the game with the other Avengers. 

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{✗} “I said, you can’t just TAKE money out of the bank. That’s not how Monopoly works, Thor.” Game NIGHTS always got intense. Especially when one considers the addition of ALCOHOL into the mix of superhumans and spies. 

SMALL fingers CURLED around the pastry box she was holding as her lips drew back in a SNARL. Black lined eyes NARROWED as the head of silver hair tilted upwards to pin a GLARE at the blonde.

“... You SMUG son of a BITCH. These are MY cookies! Don’t you TOUCH my damn cookies!”

She might’ve been small & weighed close to a FEATHER, but she’d FIGHT for her cookies.

SHE MAY BE IN THE PRESENCE OF A GOD,    but little did  t h i s  one know of the crown of pride that sits fittingly on the ex-agent’s head..          ❛    You think I’m angry ?    ❜          Sharon scoffs,   with a heavy,   ringing tone that implies a very purposeful amount of beckoning.     Her hair is already being put up into a high ponytail when she starts off no sooner, the soles of worn boots grinding into the pavement with every step.          ❛    Oh, buddy,   trust me - you’ll know when I’m angry.    ❜