𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙰 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙽𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙱𝙴 𝙰 ‘ 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚈𝙾𝚄 ’ 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺𝚂𝙷𝙾𝙿 𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝙱𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙿𝙻𝙴. having barely become used to the conveniences of the modern day, assuming the role of partner to a trained assassin and master of espionage, was quite the step and display of confidence in him from fury. though steve appreciated the fact that fury clearly thought that he was ready for a mission alongside romanoff, what hadn’t occurred was the chance to assume an understanding of likes and dislikes, knowing each other enough to answer a question with confidence, or even a moment to assimilate himself into the role he was now expected to play. he didn’t blame natasha for being frustrated with the situation that she was in – she was a practiced professional in these situations, but steve? he was still reminding himself that the telephone no longer had an operator. still, rings had been given to them for the mission, a curated wardrobe, passports and driving licences, and a car assigned to them under their new names. it was a lot, but steve would make sure he’d step up to the plate and serve a home run one way or another.
rubbing at the back of his neck with his free hand, steve placed his bag down on the floor quietly – sharing a room was expected of them considering they were meant to be married, though steve wasn’t the kind of fella to get into bed with a woman even if it was for a mission. still, he offered an apologetic smile of his own, understanding that none of this was exactly to her taste. “ 𝙸’𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙷. ” was his response, stepping toward the window to draw the blinds in case anyone happened to be keeping an eye on them. brows raised as he turned back toward her, arms crossing over his chest as he usually did when he was in a situation that he was uncomfortable with. “ 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻, 𝙸 𝙵𝙸𝙶𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝚈 𝙰𝙳𝚅𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝚂 𝚆𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴. 𝙸 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝙽’𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙿𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙽𝙴𝚁 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙸’𝙼 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽’ 𝙾𝙽 𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 ‘𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙸 𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝚈𝙿𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴. ” he gives her a lopsided smile as a peace offering. “ 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺 𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙸𝚃'𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙻𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈’𝙻𝙻 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷. ”
She already had the packet of their new information memorized. Natasha was smart and a quick thinker. Sure she had read all about the infamous Captain America, but he was very different in person. Steve Rogers was a person she barely knew. She would’ve been better matched with Stark or Barton on a mission like this, but her and Stark would bicker and the last time Fury placed Romanoff and Barton together on a mission, arrow heads were left in the wall of some dingy motel at the back of town. They can fake it all they want, if they didn’t know each other, someone was going to pick up on it. Natasha wouldn’t have minded if Steve joined her in bed, but she also remembered how his mind still believed it was 70 years previous, whereas Natasha had grown and changed through the times. Maybe that could be something they could bond over?
Sitting up and shaking off the thoughts, Natasha looked over at the large man trying to find the best way to lay on a couch, “you are going to be entirely uncomfortable. If it is better, I can take the couch, I’m half your size.” Natasha’s body length was shorter than the couch and she was used to sleeping in less than ideal places. “Or are you too much of a gentleman to allow me the couch?” Bending down into her bag she started to pull out a simple dinner outfit that she could both conceal a weapon in and fight in if need be. “Make sure you can move in your clothes, we don’t know when we will get found out.” Part of her actually heard what he said, but the other part of Natasha didn’t register that he was offering peace within this mission. “What?” She waited a few more seconds for the words to finally register in her mind. “Thinking on your feet is good, and no, I wouldn’t have picked you first. We don’t know each other and we are pretending we are married,” with a sigh she stood up and started putting her hair in a ponytail so she could shower and get ready. “I don’t drink wine, I am Russian. It’s vodka or nothing. Straight too, entire glass. I don’t play around. Coffee is black, no creamer, no sugar. I prefer an espresso, quick and down the hatch. If we are going to get to know each other, we should start with boundaries. Do we want to know the nitty gritty? Or just the surface level stuff? Cause I can go through my life quick and easy, or I can tell you that black and red are my favorite colors if I had to pick.”
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