outstandingbalance | Drift Fleet IC Contact

[ the message from the Interceptors comes as well as an invitation and with it yet another message; steve slips aside to type and send it over her way. ]

How about that dinner I promised you?

[ we need to talk. ]

I can clear my schedule. Where are we meeting?

I'll pick you up.

How much time do you need?

[ ever the gentleman, it would seem. ]

Head over. I'll be decent when you get here.

Decent.

Really?

[ really, romanoff? ]

What?

[what]

haven't heard anyone use this term outside of 19th century, that's all.

[Well.]

Just trying to make you feel at home.

you're hilarious.

I'm on my way.

Don't pretend you don't like it.

I'll be waiting.

[ though the reaction to her message hidden smile, a part of him simply feels like somehow she knows.

fifteen minutes and he knocks at her door, leaning against the wall opposite of it. he's back to his usual self, it would seem. jeans and a t-shirt and a good leather jacket he got on one of the asteroids. ]

I hope you're decent.

[She comes out, a slight smile on her face.

Because she did know.]

Am I ever really?

You're looking confident. This isn't why I'm finally getting my dinner, is it?

I know better than to answer that.

[ openly seeking trouble is a habit he's to be blamed for but not to that extent. he does laugh, however, at her question. ]

No. Not because of that.

[ or maybe a bit because of that. ]</small. How are you?

Doing okay. Made a fair amount of money so far—thought I'd buy something new.

[She's already called him on it. She won't drag the truth out of him.]

How 'bout you?

Something new in the way of formal wear?

[ it's a guess, it's a hint for the conversation that will follow. ]

Doing okay, the asthma passed.

[ along with the entire predicament. ]

I figured. Have one or two things in mind that might be nice.

[She might have plans for Barnes, even. She keeps that part to herself.]

Does that mean you're going to be up for dancing?

I don't really thing the mission would require it.

[ that's not an outright no, at least. ]

Every party has a wallflower.

There's not anyone who could get you out on the floor? [She tilts her head, smiling slightly.] Come on. You danced with me at Halloween.

[ the shrug he gives her is all awkward. ]

Not really good at anythin' formal.

There's still time to let me teach you.

[Unless you want to back out again, Rogers.]

Plus, considering the location, I don't think it'll be all that formal.

That's even worse. Never really been to a rock concert before.

[ he eyes her. ]

We don't even know what to expect in there.

They're not formal. Pretty much the opposite of that.

[She glances off for a moment, thoughtful as she looks away.]

We expect there's a reason to be there. What more do we need?

Everything else.

[ he looks at her, insistent, until she meets his gaze once again. ]

I don't like this. We went on missions with little intel but this feels off. I'd like to know if I'm walking into a trap, at least then we can admit this is what that is.

Most of the time you don't know if you're walking into a trap. It wouldn't be a very good trap otherwise.

[She will meet his eyes again then.]

At some point, you just have to assume it is a trap until proven otherwise. But that's not a reason not to go, is it?

No, it's not.

[ and it's futile to say, probably pointless, but natasha is more than a teammate or an ally and so, ]

You be careful out there.

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