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[widows_kiss]

"You've reached Natasha. You know what to do."

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[handing]

Your date. I ran into him in the hall.

[widows_kiss]

He told you it was a date?

[handing]

Of course not; we're talking about Bruce. I made an educated guess based on the circumstances.

[widows_kiss]

And he agreed it was a date?

[handing]

You already know the answer to that.

[widows_kiss]

It's still interesting to have confirmation, however.

[handing]

You're right; it is. So if he does happen to admit it to himself in front of me, I'll let you know.

I'm hoping he's willing to admit it to you first, however.

[widows_kiss]

That would be telling.

[handing]

I didn't say I expected for you to tell, did I?

[widows_kiss]

You hinted.

[handing]

Well I won't say I don't hope that you'd tell me--but I know better than to think you will.

[No, for all Pepper has shared with Natasha, by need and by choice, she's noticed that flow tends to be one way.]

You don't talk about yourself much, or at all. At least not to me.

[widows_kiss]

No, you're right. Not to anyone. Hazard of the job, I suppose.

[handing]

Well for the record, we don't exactly have our former jobs here. Also, you led me to believe you were unemployed back home.

[Given that SHIELD had been taken down. But that isn't the point Pepper's trying to make, and she suspects Natasha will see that.]

[widows_kiss]

That has nothing to do with habits that have been formed over... a long time. But you're right. And for the moment, I am, I suppose. Although that just complicates the 'not talking' part even more, sort of.

[handing]

Would it help if I pointed out I won't remember any of this when we all wind up back home again?

[Of course that's not the whole of Natasha's reservations; Pepper suspects the best she should hope for is earning a grin from the other woman. Reading the message over again, she adds in another reply a few moments later.]

How is it more complicated?