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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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Most of the time, I don't trust anyone to watch my back. A cat's got to be better than nothing, right?

Oh, now I'm hurt. I thought I had a very trusting sort of face.

_{[ He batted his eyes at her. ]}

[Charming. She smiles a little, perhaps encouraging.]

You seem like you'd be a difficult one to keep. But I guess that's not the same as trusting.

Is that your way of saying you want to keep me around, Natasha?

_{[ He ducked his head and chuckled before looking up slightly at her
through his lashes. ]}

I haven't gotten rid of you yet, have I?

So, tell me, what's a man got to do to keep in your good graces?

Oh, if I tell you, wouldn't that be cheating? Takes all of the challenge out.

_{[ He laughed and clicked his tongue. ]}

You have me there. How about a hint then?

A hint, huh?

[She leans in slightly, a little twinkle in her eye—teasing.]

I'd say, don't get boring. Luckily I don't think that'll be a problem for you.

_{[ In any other woman, this would have been the point he leaned in and
kissed her right on the lips, but with Natasha - well, that would see him
with a broken nose at the least. So instead he smiled and leaned over,
kissing her cheek. He could use that, he thought, to gauge any further
interest from her and still protect the current shape of his face. ]}

I have never been accused of being boring, that is quite true.

[It gets a smile out of her, and luckily for him, his face will stay in very much its same shape. But despite her smile, her brows draw together slightly. As though she's hiding surprise. Or confusion.

Natasha was perfectly aware of the flirting. Somehow, she had expected it to stay just that.]

No. You do keep things interesting.

_{[ If she wanted it to, it would. He was interested in her, for sure,
but he wasn't about to go around forcing something on her she did not want.
If he saw no return interest, he would scale back and respect that
boundary. He smiles at her, leaning back slightly, giving her the room,
leaving the next move up to her. ]}

I might even name a cat something other than Louis.

That is definitely the way to keep me on my toes.

Though I do already have a slug named "Daytona".

_{[ He's serious, Nat. Dead serious. ]}

[She leans back at that, one eyebrow kicking up skeptically.]

A slug.

Yeah, you know, from that forest planet where everyone lived up in the trees? They had those slugs that can kind of affect your mood. I kept one. Fenris has a whole little pack of them.

_{[ He chuckled, thinking about it. ]}

I knew some people had brought those along with them.

[And yet, she's not sure why.]

Guess I haven't actually run into them, though.

Oh you should come meet Daytona. And Fenris' little pack. They all more or less live together. They're great when you need to relax - they help calm you down. But you don't lose awareness or anything. It's nothing like that, but they've been great for my blood pressure.

_{[ He beamed, all of this perfectly serious. ]}

You are very proud of having a slug named Daytona, aren't you?

[Only judging a little. Mostly, she's amused by the idea—not of the joke, but the fact it makes him so happy.]

I'm glad you enjoy them.

What can I say? I like him, and he's good company on those lonely nights. And he's my favorite color.

_{[ He grinned and finished off his drink, licking his lips. No sense
wasting such fine alcohol after all. ]}

You really want to admit that's how you're spending your lonely nights?

I have a feeling my secret's safe with you. Or do you not approve of a man snuggling his slug?

Oh no. You can snuggle up to any furry invertebrates you want.

He's not my first choice, to be sure, no matter how fluffy he is, but some nights you just need a hug.

Can slugs hug?