Consider Your Lies

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. mist. fog.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. slender. trained. piercing. tattoos. strong. weak.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. bludgeon. self.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. sky.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. black panther. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. doves. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. human.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. crafting. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. cello. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. baking. climbing. running.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. rings. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

Clint made an odd squawking noise as he jumped and turned around to see Natasha sitting there. He put a hand to his chest and he could feel his heart hammering.

“Hey, Nat! How,” he blew out a breath, “How are you? What? You? A food thief? Nah. You wouldn’t do that just because no one would suspect you or say anything to your face about it, would you?” he wondered. 

“No, I would not,” Natasha replied evenly.  “Because those are poor reasons to do anything.  I would have a much better motivation than the fear of others.”

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“My name is Natasha Romanoff. I have amazing hair, can kill you with my feet while I’m doing my makeup and like to steal Clint’s last piece of pizza out of the refrigerator because I’m a suuuper spy and no one will ever suspect me,” Clint grumbled mockingly as he looked at the vacant space where his lunch should be waiting for him.

Coming up silently, Natasha perched on one of the barstools.  She arranged herself comfortably to watch Clint’s complaints, propped her chin on her hand.  

Clint watched Natasha and fought the urge to back up and away from her. She was close enough to kiss and he wanted to lean forward and take the chance. He listened very carefully when she spoke. Before he could ask her what she meant by ‘when’, her lips were on his.

He leaned forward, trying to follow her as she drew away. This time, his smile matched hers. “Can we repeat all that to make sure I understood it,” he asked, grinning.

Got him.

Natasha watched Clint’s expression shift, amusement playing around her eyes.  But we mustn’t let him get too confident.

“No,” she replied mildly.  “So you better hope you heard me right.”

W h y is Elizaveta so good?!  And so Nat?????

Natasha: Mostly he just frowns a lot.

Steve: What

Clint stared uncomfortably at Natasha for several moments. “Nnnn…” His head twitched from side to side. “Nnnnnn,” he tried again. “Nnnnnnnooooooo,” he said slowly. 

Clint had no idea what to say and instead stood staring at her wide-eyed for a long while.

The prey, startled, frozen, its life flashing before its eyes in the moment before the predator pounced.  This was a moment Natasha relished.

She leaned forward, looking into Clint’s eyes, unblinking, her lips worrisomely near his.  “When I’m dating you,” she breathed slowly.  “You’ll know.”  

Natasha smiled.  

Ariana brought the blade down on his neck. His body was mostly ashes before head head even hit the ground.

She wiped off her blade before she put it back in her sheath and adjusted her jacket to cover it. She looked both ways down the the alley, both street level and above, but didn’t see anyone. She turned and started down the alleyway, ready to resume her night.

Huh.

Natasha remained silent for a long moment, waiting for the pursuant to leave the alley and round the corner.  All of this made a sort of sense, but several oddly shaped pieces remained missing from the puzzle.

After a few minutes passed, she made her way down from the roof as quickly and quietly as she could, and crouched to survey what remained of the body.  Not much at all.  A search through her pockets turned up a stick of gum and a small knife and Natasha almost smiled.  She popped the gum into her mouth and opened the knife, using the blade to scrape a sample of the ash into the now empty wrapper.

That’ll do.