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[widows_kiss]

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

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[widows_kiss]

[ Natasha's lips quirk in amusement at the question. Anyone else watching would think they're both crazy. ]

Lunch sounds wonderful. You're buying.

[araneidal]

[ She uncaps a water bottle and drinks, then tosses it to Natasha. ]

Don't get used to it.

[widows_kiss]

[ Natasha smirks as she catches the bottle and mirrors the action, drinking deep before straightening once more and tossing it back. ]

I'll do my best. What did you have in mind?

[araneidal]

[ She pulls a light face. ]

I'm feeling like incurably American.

[widows_kiss]

Burger and fries?

[ Natasha's lips twitch faintly as she nods her head towards the doorway in invitation. ]

[araneidal]

Crispy chicken. With those semolina buns.

[widows_kiss]

[ Natasha just smiles. ]

The diner, or the dining room?

[araneidal]

[ Natasha pauses by the door. ]

Why don't you come up to my room?

[ It's a living space, not a home, but even so. ]

[widows_kiss]

[ Even so.

Natasha knows exactly what's extended in that invitation, simply-phrased as it might outwardly sound. ]

I'd like that.

[araneidal]

[ Lightly, ]

Then it's a date. Let's hope Sharon doesn't get on my case for eating unhealthily.

[widows_kiss]

I won't tell if you won't.

[araneidal]

[ Lightly, ]

So, she keeps my secrets.

[ There is nothing playful about the words. ]

[widows_kiss]

[ Natasha merely smiles. ]

As I keep my own.

At least, until I don't.

[ There's always a chance of that. Even with her own. ]

[araneidal]

If you tell anyone about the printed bedsheets, I'll kill you.

[ She smiles, wickedly. ]

[widows_kiss]

If they're Iron Man, all bets are off.

[araneidal]

[ On second thought — ]

Excellent idea. No one would believe that. Tony might get a heart attack.

[widows_kiss]

[ Natasha laughs. ]

It can go hand in hand with the fact that when he asked me what the last thing I remembered was, I told him our honeymoon.

[ She's still not looking at all regretful for the amount of sputtering that had prompted. ]

[araneidal]

Naturally.

[ Were she feeling more open, she might've giggled. Natasha settles for mild amusement. ]

The one I know would never have fallen for that.

[widows_kiss]

Pity. [ She gives a quick grin. ] That's half the fun of him.

[araneidal]

[ She mirrors the grin. ]

I'm surprised he hasn't built you a set of armour yet.

[widows_kiss]

[ Natasha arches an eyebrow. ]

He built me a tacsuit. Why would I need a suit of armor?

[araneidal]

Just curious.

[ He'd offered one to her readily enough, it made her wonder. ]

[widows_kiss]

[ Her lips quirk. ]

He probably has plans for suits for all of us - I wouldn't put it past him. I don't think it's really my style, however.

[araneidal]

You might think otherwise if we have missions in space.

[ Still not hers, she's old-fashioned, and prefers her tacsuit and Widow's Bite. ]

[widows_kiss]

I think I'd prefer to avoid space a while longer if I could.

[ Her voice is dry. ]

They seem awfully unfriendly up there.