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Who: Natasha Romanoff + Anyone
Broadcast: NA
Action: Vanquish, Iskaulit & Planetside
When: 8/15-8/22

Window Shopping

[They won't be hanging around here much longer. Natasha's been here over a year now, she knows the rhythm of these things. Before long, they'll be dragged off to drift for a while before they end up who knows where next time.

Seems like a good time to take advantage of what they have, while they have it.

That means shopping—at least seeing if there's anything she wants before they leave. Bookstores get special attention, and boutiques, but that doesn't mean Natasha won't slip into any number of stores looking at everything from snacks to weapons. If she spots someone she knows while she's out, she's not above dragging them along for opinions. She'll pick up a pair of shoes or a novel or a knife flashing it for inspection.]

What do you think? Worth it?

[She probably won't actually buy it, but it'd be a waste not to at least consider.]

Beach Trip

[Natasha does, in fact, wear a bikini. She just wears strategic cover ups to disguise the major scars on her hip and shoulder. Works well enough, as long as she doesn't get in the water.

It's busy, but she does a pretty good job of not paying attention to the ads. She divides most of her time between a book and watching other people enjoying the sun and surf.

Toward the end of the day, she'll decide it's time for some company.]

I'm pretty sure there's a bar up the beach a little? Looks tacky, and I bet the drinks are watered down.

[She stands, brushing the sand from her wrap.] Coming?

Vanquish

[After weeks of laying low and spending most of her time off ship, Natasha seems to have finally decided to stick around. At least, more than she has been. This morning, she can be found in the kitchen, sitting on the counter and sipping coffee. There's more for anyone who wants it; she made plenty.

She doesn't seem inclined to start a conversation herself, but there's a sense of her paying more attention than she has in a while, quietly marking the coming and going of the crew, maybe doing some kind of mental calculus or maybe just people watching.

It's hard to say with her.]

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[ When she tests them, he nods at her opinion. ] Maybe there will be something a little sturdier in another shop.

[ Hell, if there is the opportunity again, pieces of the outfit do need to be versatile, especially after Dreadhorse's ball. ]

We can come back for them if you don't?

[Natasha gives the shoes a last considering look before she sets them aside. He followed her line of thinking. She's not surprised by that.]

I don't think they're worth coming back for—which answers that question, hm?

Guess so. [ The shop is decent, but there's bound to be something better since they've only been wandering a few hours. ]

Sounds like we're done here.

Unless you were still interested in those boots. [She's not the only one shopping, after all.] They looked nice. You could try them on.

Keeping them in mind. I want to weigh my options, first. [ He refuses to be that asshole and bring something back when there's something better along the road. It's one less thing to carry, right now. ]

I see. Spending your money wisely. [That seems like a good depression era kid, deep down. Or a good soviet. Either way, they know what it is to stretch resources.] Does that mean we need to keep checking out shoe stores?

Not necessarily. Wherever we end up is fine.

[ This trip isn't about being picky. ]

Well then. I might have an idea or two.

[She brushes the back of his hand lightly as she heads to the door, not lingering over it or trying to hold it, just a quick touch and a glance.]

I've been thinking...

[ It's more than enough signal that they're moving on, and he falls into stride just behind her and slightly to the left. ]

About?

Just how we could have a little fun.

[You like fun, don't you, Barnes?]

Not concerned about a fun overload?

[ Because this is pretty nice, all things considered. ]

I've seen a lot of things. Never that.

[She says it sarcastically, but without bite. She's not quite ready to admit to wanting to see just how good things can get.]

Besides, there's different kinds of fun.

First time for everything.

[ There's an eyebrow raise, though she may miss it, the inflection shows through in his voice. ]

Should I start taking notes?

[She pauses at that. Her first thought is only if he's worried that he'll forget, but she doesn't say that. She holds it back, holding it in.

Her mood only falters an instant.]

Don't think it'll come to that. Don't worry. It'll be memorable.

I'm not concerned.

Good.

[Hard to say if he should trust her that much, because she has something in mind.

She leads him across the street, navigating traffic easily despite the number of people and vehicles, then down a bit...

The mannequins in the window are in leather and lingerie. It's not hard to guess what else might be inside.]

I could see what kind of shoes they have here.

[ Trusting anyone is always a risk, but there's an added layer of thrill when he's trusting her of all people. Whatever it is, it's never boring.

Which is exactly what he tells himself when they end up outside of a sex shop. Thankfully, words come without missing a beat. ]

They're probably more durable.

You would think.

[She gets to the door before him and holds it open, smiling slightly.]

Let me know if you see any you like. I can try them on.

[ Durability for all those asses needing crushing??? Which works for what they're looking for, he supposes. ]

I'll keep that in mind.

[ He ducks into the shop in front of her and starts to look around. ]

[Some of those asses are pretty solid.]

You and me both.

[Her smile is almost impish as she says it. It's not that she's more interested in mischief than she is in sex. It's that those two things are far from being mutually exclusive, especially with the right person.

And she's seen the sense of humor Bucky hides behind his stoicism. It might be rusty, but definitely there.]

I bet you look better than I do in leather anyway.

That a threat, Romanoff? [ He turns around to raise an eyebrow at her, arms crossed in front of him. ]

...Say what you will, I will not be trying on shoes.

A promise. [She says it, teasing.

For all she says that, the first thing that draws her attention is in her size, not his. The display is of lacy black lingerie—maybe a little old fashion, but Natasha's not without a traditional streak.

And he is an old man.]

Quite the promise. [ His line of sight follows hers when nothing so far grabs his interest. She'd definitely look good in it. But she'd probably make a trash bag look good. ]

Thoughts?

I was thinking you might like it. Like me in it.

You'd look nice. [ More than nice. ]

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