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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[ 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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Yeah, sure. It's not as if I was ready for bed just yet and I could eat after that workout.
[Natasha folded herself as she exited the boxing ring, moving towards the doors as she called back:] Unless you think it's past your bed time...
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How long will you need?
[ There was also the question of travel: her car, or his bike. ]
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Ten minutes, tops. You're driving.
[It may very well not be the 1940s anymore, but that didn't mean she couldn't let Steven still have a few things. Even though he won and she felt it was fair enough that she drive, Natasha thought it better he did. Ego's sake and manners and all that jazz.]
I'll meet you in the foyer, soldier.
[At first, she had intentions of donning the blonde wig, but at the last second opted against it and stuck with her natural red. She was certain that this place was casual, even more so given the late hour, yet still Natasha dressed smartly, the blue to bring out her eyes and contrast with her hair.
The click of her heels announced her arrival first, her perfume of jasmine, vanilla, and apple second.]
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He'd traded in the sweatpants and t-shirt for his usual attire, khaki slacks and a dark blue button-up, his bomber jacket already slipping on as she made her way towards him. Only a matter of grabbing the keys now and heading outside, Steve reaching to pull the door open. ]
After you.
[ Minutes later they were on their way, cruising down a nearly empty city street with the engine of the motorcycle purring beneath them. ]
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In order to be heard, she pressed closer against him, her mouth nearly on his ear.]
I'm not a fan of motorcycles except for riding late at night. I don't have anything against them, really, but there's just something about night cruising that gets me. It's...relaxing.
[In the event he responded, Tasha remained in place, propping her chin on his shoulder.]
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I always figured you for a night owl.
[ Their proximity is expected, given that she's holding onto him in order to stay on the bike. It's still a little surprising to have her tucked so closely, though certainly not enough to trouble him. It'd take more than that to scandalize him at this point. He can smell her perfume when he turns back, giving the motor a little rev before pulling onto the next street. ]
Then again I think most of us are. Stark turns insomniac when he's got a project to work on. Bruce too. I wouldn't be surprised if Thor was the only one who slept through the night.
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I could buy that. With half the things he already sleeps through it's not a far stretch. I've never run into him, yet, at least.
[She had been waiting for the tell-tale stiffening of Rogers body and was impressed that her actions and the proximity that came with them didn't faze him at all. Kudos. It might result in her seeing how far his boundaries stretched, but that remained to be seen.
To allow his attention to remain fully on the drive, the redhead fell silent once more until they had arrived.]
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Inside was clean if worn. A few tables lay against the wall with mismatched wooden chairs, a ceiling fan wobbling lazily overhead. The smell of cigar smoke hovered light in the air, an indulgence taken earlier in the evening that lingered even now. The barkeep appeared to be playing a game of cards at the counter with the only other patron in the joint, and he glanced up with a nod as they entered. Against one cleared-out corner sat an ancient-looking wooden jukebox, wired to a few inconspicuous black speakers on either end of the bar. ]
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She gave Steven an easy grin and nodded.]
Good choice, Rogers.
[Saving the music for later, the Russian delicately sat on the chair opposite her teammate and crossed her legs at the knee, browsing the menu.]
So. You've been here before, obviously; what do you recommend?