Azazel

"You’ll learn that I’ve changed. Drastically. I don’t obey your every whim. And between the two of us, I’m the one in position to make demands." She pointed out, free hand slipping around his neck, fingers curling in the hair up along the back of his head.

"Believe me, Raven. I will be the first person to tell you that you have changed." He said as he playfully rolled his eyes, sticking out his tongue a little as he grinned. "I'm glad." He said before pausing for a moment. expecting that she wouldn't believe him. "Really, I am! It is going to be nice to see you with a spine for a change." 

Ehh, no. But I am sure you will fill me in. 

[sighs] Your loss, Director Fury has a certain way with words when under duress. Suit up and meet me at the airfield in ten. I’ll explain on the way.

And I will listen! Maybe.

You’ve been briefed then?

Ehh, no. But I am sure you will fill me in. 

And according to the man upstairs you and I are partners.

"Nor should you think that this means I’m obligated to be nice to you in any way, shape, or form. This is my offer." She pressed a biting kiss to edge of his jaw. "Take it or leave it."

Azazel knew full well that she was still angry with him since their last encounter, and he probably should have been on his guard. But with the way that things went, he couldn't care less how or why things progressed to their current state, he just knew what he wanted. And he wanted it now.

<I mean are you from Russia or where exactly?>

"No. For two reasons. I’m not your queen. I don’t want to be your queen. Of course, thanks for the offer, but you’ll have to find someone else for that position. The second is that I’m pretty sure that between the two of us, only one wanted to walk away. You’re gonna have to work harder than that because I’ve realized what my mistake was and don’t plan on repeating it.”

He pauses, sighing as he lets out a breath of air, calming himself down. "I need a drink. If you feel like continuing this encounter, I will be in my room with my vodka. You know how to get in." He then teleports away, leaving only a cloud of red dust hanging in the air. And for the first time in quite a very long time. Azazel was one hundred percent straight forward with someone. Telling them his thoughts and feelings. [And it feels awful.] He then takes a swig as he opens up a worn out looking spell book, memorizing several incantations.

"Better? Though I’ll have you know being cold is what I’m good at. Between the two of us, only one burns hot enough to have come from the depths of hell."

"And yes." He says with a warm smile. "That is, much better, my little Ice Queen. Would you believe me if I said your Red King has missed you all these years?" [Because that would be foolish.]

"I see that you own a television. Yes, I’m an Avenger," she quips. This time when he steps forward, Natasha steps back. He’s getting too close, and it’s making the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Purely on instinct one of her hands begins to drift toward the small, four inch pigsticker tucked beneath her waistband.

"What's wrong, little lamb, does Azazel make you, uneasy?" He says as he reaches into his suit jacket pocket.

"You can provide the drink, but that doesn’t guarantee you anything in the long run." She reminded him. "I’m not nearly as much of a lightweight as I used to be." She turned, facing him and taking a few steps back, glaring.

"Really now? Maybe you will be able to keep up with me then. " He says with a smile. "And don't be so cold, woman. You're starting to remind me of my mother... That is if I knew her. Eh, I'm sure she was a wretched thing anyways." He says as he tries to keep from laughing.

<That really depends. What do you mean, come from?>

"My name is Natasha, my business is SHIELD business," she offers out the bait, and hopes he gives a bite in return.

He continues to move in closer until he is a only a few feet from her. "You know..." He says as he gives her a playfully askance look. "You look awfully familiar. You do not happen to be one of the fabled Avengers, do you?

  "Your compliment is appreciated." Amora replied with a slight smirk. She would never not appreciate a compliment. Especially when it came to her beauty of all tings. "You speak many words than needed. I have came to give you an offer which would be foolish to turn down." Amora said to him as she stood in front of him. She then smirked slightly as he spoke. "I’m not here to discuss current titles, Azazel. I’m here to discuss future ones. Maybe even…better ones. Does that interest you, Azazel?"

"And here I was hoping you’d at least tried to forget. Something now is telling me otherwise of course. Besides playing for the good guys - or trying to - tends to include leaving team members with their eyesight completely intact. Maybe next time."

"Maybe." He said playfully as he moves up behind her, laying a kiss on her neck. "Or maybe next time I provide the drink, and we avoid this whole mutilation situation. No matter how much it excites me... Or you for that matter." He says as he licks his lips, thinking of their more private moments together.