"Mmm they come in sets, or when you go shopping with me they do" tasha rolled a shoulder in an aimless shrug, smirk playing along her lips. "Yeah your legs are too short for skirts". She shrugged again in an apologetic fashion, giving him a rare real smile.
She knew her time could be cut short at any moment. She knew this even with the enhancers, after all they'd done to her she still understood that in a split second she could cease to exist for real, not just an aimless blank alias, but the real her, gone. After Loki, the things he'd said had made her dwell on the fact that life was short, and that grabbing the metaphoric bull by the horns wasn't the worst plan she could think of.
It was why she simply hummed a response about Fury. Natasha held him in higher regard, possibly because Fury had become more of a confident then most. He knew the more intimate details of her encounters before Shield. He knew what she specialized in because like Coulson had been he was also her handler. It was why she worked alone sometimes, it was why she turned down the offer for backup because Fury had handpicked her above others for her specific skill sets. It was why she distanced herself from Clint days before she was due to leave, it made it all easier.
A sigh slipped past her lips, content with the new position, the increase in warmth and comfort. The kiss had surprised her, made her heart beat one skip faster, sent a subtle shudder down her spine. Indicators she should have pressed away from. All the signs she was in too deep, all the more reason to question what she'd previously known. She raised her head, pressing herself closer, catching and holding his gaze for longer then she should have. He was safe, her touch stone, her protector. The man who'd saved her life, the man who'd let her save his. The man who had her picking apart everything she'd ever believed and wondering if there was something more, a happier ending to her lifestyle. A way to cleanse her soul of the blood and darkness. She lent, lips above his, fractions away and yet she couldn't. Couldn't drag him into her mixed up sadistic world anymore than she had. Natasha wouldn't do that.
So why the hell she was suddenly kissing him she had no idea. Careless that he could probably taste her own blood on her lips, careless of anything except being lost in the warmth and haze of her sleepy state. She broke, breath slow, slipping back away until she was curled up and forced the feeling of regret from her system. "G'night Hawk".
She was a goner either way. So why not make the most of everything. Why not throw caution to the wind and learnt to feel something more.
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She knew her time could be cut short at any moment. She knew this even with the enhancers, after all they'd done to her she still understood that in a split second she could cease to exist for real, not just an aimless blank alias, but the real her, gone. After Loki, the things he'd said had made her dwell on the fact that life was short, and that grabbing the metaphoric bull by the horns wasn't the worst plan she could think of.
It was why she simply hummed a response about Fury. Natasha held him in higher regard, possibly because Fury had become more of a confident then most. He knew the more intimate details of her encounters before Shield. He knew what she specialized in because like Coulson had been he was also her handler. It was why she worked alone sometimes, it was why she turned down the offer for backup because Fury had handpicked her above others for her specific skill sets. It was why she distanced herself from Clint days before she was due to leave, it made it all easier.
A sigh slipped past her lips, content with the new position, the increase in warmth and comfort. The kiss had surprised her, made her heart beat one skip faster, sent a subtle shudder down her spine. Indicators she should have pressed away from. All the signs she was in too deep, all the more reason to question what she'd previously known. She raised her head, pressing herself closer, catching and holding his gaze for longer then she should have. He was safe, her touch stone, her protector. The man who'd saved her life, the man who'd let her save his. The man who had her picking apart everything she'd ever believed and wondering if there was something more, a happier ending to her lifestyle. A way to cleanse her soul of the blood and darkness. She lent, lips above his, fractions away and yet she couldn't. Couldn't drag him into her mixed up sadistic world anymore than she had. Natasha wouldn't do that.
So why the hell she was suddenly kissing him she had no idea. Careless that he could probably taste her own blood on her lips, careless of anything except being lost in the warmth and haze of her sleepy state. She broke, breath slow, slipping back away until she was curled up and forced the feeling of regret from her system. "G'night Hawk".
She was a goner either way. So why not make the most of everything. Why not throw caution to the wind and learnt to feel something more.