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Who: Natasha Romanoff + you?
Broadcast: Fleetwide, text
Action: upon request
When: now

[If Natasha thought she escaped the rumors, she's going to be disabused of the notion. The notes start appearing here and there—short and anonymous. Things like:]

Natasha has a cat named Boris.

Natasha Romanoff once killed a man in Vegas just to watch him die.

Romanoff has been lying about about her age.

[And—]

Nataasha is a lingerie model.

[That last one, it seems, comes with some evidence. Sponsor drop? Either way, a few files seem to have been uploaded to support the case.

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She shouldn't be surprised those came back to haunt her, should she? The real question is if anyone will dare to comment on them.]

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Seems like it's all we keep doing lately.

[ with these rumors running about about everyone and everything. ]

Most of mine have been pretty harmless.

[ save for one. ]

Most doesn't sound like all.

[Most of her own were harmless too. All of them, really, on the large. There could be a lot worse pictures up there.]

You've seen the one Peggy got.

[ which included his and which included a certain level of damage control. he didn't mind it as much as she did which is worse. He hates that it stung her. ]

It really bothers her, doesn't it?

[Not the first time Natasha noticed that. She understands why, too.]

Hopefully it wasn't too frustrating.

[Gently changing the topic.]

Aside from my backache, it went just fine.

[ dry but amused, it would seem. ]

Dare I ask?

The usual, you know.

[ he shakes his head. ]

I threw a sticker at her, turned into a sparring session, she threw me off a shuttle.

[ their lives, really. ]

Here I was hoping it was shower sex. Not that the two things are mutually exclusive.

[No reason a little sparring couldn't get frisky.]

You know what -

[ no, that's it, he'll throw a pillow at her. ]

They're communal, Romanoff.

[That gets a laugh out of her, only half heartedly batting the pillow away with one hand.]

That's how you answer? That just means you've thought about it.

One, I didn't think about it. Two, that's a horrible idea to bring up.

[ communal, romanoff, communal. ]

I don't know. Seems like an okay ideas to me. Just adds a little adventure.

And unsanitary.

[ absolutely not. it'd be another matter if they had their own bath. ]

--- You realize that's probably the next rumor, right? Rogers and Romanoff discuss bedroom matters?

That one, I'm ready for. It's worth it.

[A lot more fun than some of the ones already going around. And it's not as though Peggy would be surprised.]

Not every day you get Captain America to talk about his sex life.

I am not talking to you about anything like that.

[ he won't say 'my sex life', that would just affirm it and she will never leave him alone ever again. ]

[He should just admit he likes it.]

Maybe not the gritty details, but you have to give your friends a little info from time to time.

[Or not. But she likes teasing him.]

Never knew that was the token of friendship.

[ that's a bit of a lie. he heard quite a bit from Bucky in their earlier years but still. ]

Is that a 21st century thing?

Only in some cases.

[Is this hypocritical? Probably. All depends on how you look at it.]

In your case, it is. I wouldn't be interested if we weren't friends.

Romanoff.

[ dry, dry and very long-suffering. ]

Give it up, it'll never be a conversation.

You're one to tell anyone to give up.

Point taken.

[ he is stubbornly fighting a smile. ]

Still, not gonna happen.

You know, you might have more luck if you weren't so obviously looking to brag about how happy the two of you are.

I can tell you a lot about how happy we are.

[ he reaches for another pillow, leans it on the wall and proceeds to lean against it. ]

and it still won't have anything to do with that.

[The nudges his ankle with her toe, not quite a kick, but pointed.]

So tell me how happy you are.

Very happy.

[ it's said with a grin. evidently, he's just being annoying. ]