It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?
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o p t i o n s 01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario. |
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Figured I'd go thrash the bags for a while if nothing else, try to clear my head.
[ His eyebrow quirked higher, bouncing the question silently back to her. ]
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There's a chair in the corner if you want to watch properly this time. And then maybe I'll kick your ass in the gym?
[Already, Natasha was crossing back over to select her next song and she called to him:] Just don't think this is going to turn into some weekly thing between us; got it?
[Gym time, yes. Ballet sharing time? Not so much.]
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He wasn't about to take it for granted. There were few things he did. He would no sooner flash his sketchbook around to the general public...so he understood, in a way. ]
Starts at 0:10. Sorry for all the links? >.< Figure it's easier, that's all. <3
She wasn't even out of breath, as if she had been standing still instead of gliding about the length of the studio. Freeing her red locks, Nat gently ran her fingers through her hair, carefully observing him.]
Does it ever bother you? The Coulson thing?
[She couldn't relate. Not once did she have someone admire her the way Phil had Rogers. His death had held a different meaning for her. A sad thing, true, but nothing that hit home as much as it had for, say, Stark. She'd lost teammates before, co-workers and contacts. It happened. You moved on.]
no no! it's all good.
It figures, really. Someone else might be otherwise entranced with how beautiful Natasha is when she dances. And it isn't that she's not. There's just more to her than her beauty. It's a shame those people don't see it.
When she finishes, he smiles gratefully and nods. ]
That was amazing. Which I'm pretty sure you already knew.
[ He's already rising from the chair when the question hits him, and he stills. Just like that. The Coulson 'thing'. That's what it's become now. It used to be the Bucky 'thing', he remembers, like distancing it through words makes it any less horrific. ]
Shouldn't it? He seemed like a good man, from what I could tell. It's never easy to lose someone on your side. At least it shouldn't be.
:D
Natasha wasn't one to offer much in the sympathy department, though she was aware of the sensitivity of the subject. She imagined Rogers was not a stranger to loss, what with him being a solider and all before.]
No, but it's part of the job. An unfortunate one, yet inevitable. Just don't let it get to you too much, Captain. You may not have known him as long or as well as most of us, but you're still entitled to mourn.
[Which was about as 'here's my shoulder' as she was going to get.]
Do you mind if I ask you something personal?
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Still, it does feel he's mourned too many good people, as though that's all his life has been since the first battle he stepped into. The first life that slipped through his fingers. There are those on this very team he'll end up mourning one day as well, if this serum does all that they say it can. It's not something he wants to dwell on, and he simply nods quietly at her words, brow pinching in curiosity.
He's listening. ]
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Do you miss your home? Your..era?
[Where Natasha had grown through her years, Steven had to have the culture shock of leaving one time period and waking up in another. She adjusted with the rest of the world as the changes came whereas poor Rogers had to learn fast that much had altered since his 'sleep'. And though he dressed modernly, there was still something wholesome about him. A certain handsomeness that just didn't exist today. He fit his codename well.]
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In some ways.
[ An answer that probably needed clarifying, he realized as he looked her way again. ]
Starting fresh isn't ever easy. I miss the people I knew, more than anything else. It doesn't bother me as much as it used to, I suppose.
[ And yet here he is, awake. The same as she. ]
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Sometimes I miss the clothing. Everyone dressed so sharply before, you know? And the music. Mm. [Natasha closed her eyes and softly shook her head, grin turning into a full fledged smile. When she spoke again, her cobalt orbs found his Cambridge blue ones.] I love music from the 20s, 30s, and 40s. Andrews Sisters and Ink Spots and Mills Brothers...
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[ Steve smiles wryly at that. There are places to find the familiar trappings of his age, websites with 'retro' clothing and a few enthusiasts who look at the style of the era with a nostalgic eye.
But it's something deeper than that. Something more vital that was lost with the passing years. The quickness with which people moved through their lives, eyes trained on blackberries or talking to the air rather than the people around them. Everyone's a stranger in their own little box, their own world, and things are a little more apathetic and selfish than they used to be.
Or maybe he's just being nostalgic now. ]
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Really? Worth checking out, then? And, more importantly, is there an area to swing in?
[Now her gaze turned into something slightly more challenging, assuming this all American boy could swing dance.]
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[ The admission comes with something almost deliberating, hesitant. It's been a while, a long while, since anyone's asked him to dance. He never did get around to those lessons, did he? About seventy years too late for that. The reminder is still a little bittersweet.
But he's supposed to be moving on, isn't he? Not forgetting isn't the same as having to pry the past out of his grip. Natasha, at least, he feels at ease with. She's a teammate, a trusted friend. She understands in a way few do the baggage he's hauling quietly around on his shoulders. If he's going to try this, there are worse ways. ]
You'll have to let me know what it's like.
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Please, like Stark or Thor know how to swing dance. Hell, I won't even claim to be all that good, but once you have a form down, the rest just sort of come naturally.
[Natasha drew in a deep breath and exhaled softly, nodding back at Steven.]
Look, it's never easy giving up the past when the future is so damn...untrustworthy. Who would know you could talk to people through a computer? Or that computers themselves would even exist? Who could predict cures for things that are common now but were devastating years ago, or that we'd be traveling into space? You don't let it change you, per se, but adapting is essential, right? Darwin and all that, survival. You and I, the others who were injected...well. We get it.
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[ There's a lot left unsaid on that subject. It's going to take time to work it all out of his system, and this new outlook on feelings regarding talking about them? Going to take some adjusting. But she's right, however she managed to clue on what he was thinking. He knows she's right. ]
Sadly, it doesn't help the fact I still don't know how to dance. And whether you claim it or not, let's face it. You'd wipe the floor with me faster than Hulk can sucker-punch a tank.
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[At his admission, Tasha tutted as her hands settled on her hips.]
Rogers, you disappoint me. How can a dapper gentleman such as yourself be unfamiliar with dancing? It's one of the few fun things you had back then.
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[ He gives a small shrug. What could you do, right? It was all he needed, to get sweet on a girl and then leave her to wonder if he was coming back. And then he'd managed somehow anyway. ]
I guess I just never got around to it.
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[She nodded at his gym bag, ready to shift the focus elsewhere. They had both left their rooms for a reason, after all. No sense keeping the reminders of which haunted them at the forefront of their minds any longer.]
Think you're down for a few rounds in the square circle or was your heart set on beating the bags?
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Yes, ma'am.
[ It had grown easier sparring with her lately. He'd been hesitant at first, but Natasha gave as good as she got. The prospect was actually fairly promising, since while he was clearly the stronger of the two, she had speed and flexibility on her side. It really could be anyone's match, and that wasn't an opportunity that came around often. ]
Well, the bags really don't give me much of a challenge. I think I'd be glad for the company.
[ Which was a sharp turn-around from the mindset he'd started out with, but she'd more or less convinced him, now. Together, right? Shaking his head he made his way to the door, reaching down to hoist his duffel back up onto his shoulder. ]
Permission granted.
Mentally, Natasha had kept a score and despite the match being fairly even, Rogers managed to keep the lead by two points. This time, when all was said and done, the redhead was panting, grateful for the intrusion and distraction that had come with one Captain America.]
Thanks. I needed that.
[She gave pause to hydrate herself before tossing the water bottle at him.]
You won, so it's only fair you name the stakes.
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[ In truth, he wouldn't have so much as a bruise. She'd be just as fine, neither of them really trying to hurt the other, and with the serum in their blood they'd soon be right as rain. Still, it had done the job of wearing them out plenty for the time being, enough that Steve didn't argue when the bottle was tossed his way.
He did refrain from putting his lips to the bottle when he tipped it back, just the same, less out of worry of sharing germs with his teammate than propriety's sake.
When it lowered he seemed to consider her words for only a moment or two before lifting his gaze, grinning faintly and face still a little flushed. ]
Is that so? I might just have something in mind, then.
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Natasha padded what sweat had surfaced with a hand towel, free hand holding one out to him, too. Her eyebrows arched high, as if to say 'uh huh, and...?']
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Well it wouldn't be fair taking you to that hole-in-the-wall if you're going to dance by yourself. Maybe it's time i learned how. If anyone could teach me, it's you.
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With an easy air about herself, Natasha scoffed playfully, eyes locked on his in an attempt to face his shy demeanor head on.]
Who said I was dancing by myself?
[Whether she meant she'd have found some stranger already present or would have taken someone else entirely wasn't clear, and she deliberately left it vague.]
This place doesn't happen to be twenty-four hours, does it?
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She's still probably just joking with him. ]
I think it might be. Hold on...
[ He reaches into his gym bag for a moment, before withdrawing his smart phone. A gift from Tony who'd meant no doubt to confuse him with new and exotic technology, and had been both impressed and annoyed when Steve had the thing mastered in a week.
A quick check of the address and he nods. ]
It is. You...want to head there now?
[ At least, that's what he's garnering from this. He could be wrong, of course. ]
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