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Kind of Steve & Nat, and Natasha/Clint. Was supposed to be the intro to a ficbit, but I think I'll just go with the internet conversations, although Tony is once again taking over the story.
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Steve Rogers meets Nat Romanoff when she drinks Jack Rollins under the table and then drags Steve out on the floor to dance the Nutbush.
Under most other circumstances Steve’s been in with women who drink and dance a lot, they’d end up in bed together. However, Nat doesn’t put the moves on him, and while she’s hot and gorgeous, he’s rather more interested in the fact that she’s capable of discussing the situation in the Middle East with actual experience, and not just what the poli sci lecturers have told her.
Plus, the guy who comes looking for her has the eyes of a vet and a sniper, and after two tours in the Middle East, Steve has a sixth sense for when he’s in someone’s crosshairs. Now that he’s out, he doesn’t really anticipate ending up in someone else’s sights.
“Tasha.”
“Hey Clint.” She smiles up at him, sunny and sweet. “Barney’s still sleeping it off?”
“Would I be here otherwise?” One hand comes down on the tabletop on Nat’s far side, the other reaches around her to offer to Steve. “Clint Barton.”
“Steve Rogers.”
Barton nods and looks at Nat. “Ready to go?”
“Whenever you are.” She points at Steve. “Remember what I told you about the forums. We should discuss further.”
“I prefer discussing in person.”
“But I’m not always personable,” comes the reply, as Barton’s arm snakes around her waist and he drops a kiss on her nape. A show of possessiveness? Steve would bet on it. Nat, on the other hand, doesn’t bat an eyelash, so maybe it’s usual.
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Also:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alphaflyer? Why did you give me Time Travel? Why? WHY? *sobs at the epic bunny that is eating all her clover*
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Steve Rogers meets Nat Romanoff when she drinks Jack Rollins under the table and then drags Steve out on the floor to dance the Nutbush.
Under most other circumstances Steve’s been in with women who drink and dance a lot, they’d end up in bed together. However, Nat doesn’t put the moves on him, and while she’s hot and gorgeous, he’s rather more interested in the fact that she’s capable of discussing the situation in the Middle East with actual experience, and not just what the poli sci lecturers have told her.
Plus, the guy who comes looking for her has the eyes of a vet and a sniper, and after two tours in the Middle East, Steve has a sixth sense for when he’s in someone’s crosshairs. Now that he’s out, he doesn’t really anticipate ending up in someone else’s sights.
“Tasha.”
“Hey Clint.” She smiles up at him, sunny and sweet. “Barney’s still sleeping it off?”
“Would I be here otherwise?” One hand comes down on the tabletop on Nat’s far side, the other reaches around her to offer to Steve. “Clint Barton.”
“Steve Rogers.”
Barton nods and looks at Nat. “Ready to go?”
“Whenever you are.” She points at Steve. “Remember what I told you about the forums. We should discuss further.”
“I prefer discussing in person.”
“But I’m not always personable,” comes the reply, as Barton’s arm snakes around her waist and he drops a kiss on her nape. A show of possessiveness? Steve would bet on it. Nat, on the other hand, doesn’t bat an eyelash, so maybe it’s usual.
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Also:
alphaflyer? Why did you give me Time Travel? Why? WHY? *sobs at the epic bunny that is eating all her clover*