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onefinalyear replied to your post: Magic!Anon says things are too tense. Go make out with Daniel.

Natasha…

Daniel...

[text] I never said that I was mad..

-Unsent, deleted-.

'There's no need to lie to him and yourself.'

'You'll get a glimpse of the old world, Agent Romanoff. Not unlike things you've seen before, but we need you to be more discreet this time. Can't have a replay, can we? You almost ended up blowing up an entire block and you managed to shut down the entire gala. Not only that but you had the power undergo maintenance for a week.'

There was no response from her- Fury was right, after-all.

'I know you're probably wondering just how you'll blend in with the crowd- especially since you even had your hair colored last time. Don't worry, we've arranged it. You will arrive as engaged, under the alias of Natalie Rogers. Take who you want. We need you two to actually look happily in love, Agent Romanoff. Take the standard precautions, even though this should all go smoothly. I'll give you two to three weeks, you need to get there early and make friends."

Fury gave her a half-smile. That was never good.

'What do you think of Cabo, Agent Romanoff?' 

She had arrived that morning with her luggage and her person of choice. Happily in love, what a funny idea. Natasha wasn't sure if she could really pull off the job.

A brief explanation was given to Daniel a day earlier. 'Call me Natalie when people are around. Rogers is the last name... just like the first day. Don't randomly leave and if we meet anybody... well, just be yourself...' 

There wasn't much to say and he had agreed to come along. She didn't tell him exactly why they were there- just an extended vacation by the means of an employer. Worry and skepticism were seeping in, though. She was to be sharing a suite with him- granted she knew that he wouldn't be a bother but... she was still concerned. She didn't live with people. She definitely didn't spend an extended amount of time around the same person, either.

An extra ten-minutes were spent thinking while she showered. Sure, this was a mission, but most of the information she'd need to collect would be at the gala and on the occasional outing that she had to take later on in the trip. How would she spend the rest of the time there? It frustrated her to no end.

With a push, the water stopped running and she grabbed the towel. She dried herself before she reached for her clothes and- you forgot your clothes. Seriously, Natasha?

A loud sigh escaped her lips as she brushed her fingers through her still damp hair. She moved to the door and she popped her head out. No sign of Daniel. 

Natasha casually strode into the bedroom with her towel wrapped firmly around her body, making a bee-line towards her luggage. She pulled out an outfit and the necessities before she slipped her panties on. Her towel was tossed over a chair as she slipped on her bra and shirt, and then a pair of jeans. 

She frowned as she realized she was missing her cell-phone. It wasn't anywhere around the bed or luggage, and she could have sworn she had tossed it around there that morning.

onefinalyear, you are fantastic in every way. your OC is so thought out and you are just perfect, so perfect. I kid you not, you really are. Danie Temple. I sometimes imagine what it's like to be you and I can't. But you. I love you and the way of life that you live. Keep calm and carry on, is what I think of when I see you or hear you. You're honestly the best OC I've ever seen created and I think you deserve a lot of attention and what-not. You deserve it.

You change lives Daniel Temple, you really do I would know, because you changed mine.