SHIELD's Sexy Spider

Hey I'm Nathan. You can call me Nate, I really don't care. I'm the token guy in the avengers, and those ladies can get a little crazy sometimes, but they're family. I'm kinda the jokester of our group, but I know when to be serious. Not gonna lie, I'm a little bit of an adrenaline junky and sometimes I go looking for a fight just to liven up an afternoon. If I get hurt, no problem. I only have a problem with it if someone else gets hurt.

[nathanromanoff]

Dodging bullets and mending hearts || Clate

[clairebarton]

One bed. One bed. Had this been a mistake on the part of the Hotel or was Nick Fury trying to get the two back together? Not that Claire was about to admit that things hadn’t exactly worked out with Malikai. That would just be the last nail in her coffin. Of course, to say it hadn’t worked out wasn’t an accurate descriptor. They hadn’t even really had a chance to try, since shortly after Claire left Nate Malikai dropped off the face of the planet. Claire had used every resource she could access at SHIELD and still had found no trace of him. She didn’t know if he was dead or alive and avoiding her. She wasn’t sure which option hurt less.

"All good here," Claire answered him, “Program is running smoothly, all the equipment seems to be functioning properly." She looked over to Nate and then back into the bedroom.

"You can have the bed." I know you’d like it better, you sprawl out like a fat cat when you sleep and I almost always sleep curled up in a ball.

[nathanromanoff]

Nate wasn't sure why there was only one bed and frankly he didn't want to try and wrap his brain around Fury's motives. It wasn't his place to know anyway. Nate also didn't want to ask how things had ended up with that asshat. He didn't want to pry open that old wound considering it wasn't fully closed. He gave a small grunt of approval to her response to the question before regarding her with a raised eyebrow. "I already offered to take the couch, no need to destroy my one attempt per century at chivalry." He remarked with a very small smirk of amusement. 

[nathanromanoff]

Dodging bullets and mending hearts || Clate

[clairebarton]

"Thanks," Claire said and started pulling electronic equipment out of their bags. By the time Nate got back, there was a whole system set in place that was barely visible which they could monitor via their smartphones. She looked up from messing with the interface at Nate when he came in.

"How are things looking out there?" Her body language read calm, but alert and ready to strike should something unexpected happen. It was very typical body language to read, especially when she was out on a mission. She was trying not to act out of the normal, telling herself it was just like it used to be, before they were a couple. But of course that wasn’t true. Now she didn’t know how he would act or react, and she was more afraid of this unknown than ever she’d been before. She was afraid there was going to be another blow up like they’d had on the plane. Nate knew how to push her buttons and it was always worse when he did it.

She wanted it to work. She wanted to be partners with him again, but she knew that the end of their relationship would hang heavy over their heads. She wished she would’ve never acted on her feelings, never fallen into that trap because there truly was no one she trusted more to be at her back. 

[nathanromanoff]

Nate walked back into the hotel room, green eyes roving over the interface briefly, he didn't stop to check to make sure it was okay or if she had changed everything. He knew her. He knew that she wouldn't change their system. He knew that she would at the very least try to keep the familiar stuff the same to keep things from being as awkward as possible between the two of them and for that he was grateful. "Everything looks good, we're all set." He remarked gruffly.

Nate grabbed his bag of clothes and walked into the back bedroom. A small string of profanities in Russian escaped the man before he wandered back out into the front part of the room and dropped his bag on the couch. "Only one bed, I'll sleep out here." He said before going over to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. "How we lookin' from up here?" He asked.

[nathanromanoff]

Dodging bullets and mending hearts || Clate

[clairebarton]

Claire found  herself smiling at  Nate’s question, “I’ve calculated 16 possible escape routes. Unfortunately, this building is also incredibly insecure. I thought," She stopped mid-sentence, not wanting to piss Nate off by ordering him around. They were equals, and things were tense enough between them without her pulling power shit. “Uhm, if you think it’s a good idea, that you could do some recon. See who you can see, the usual business."

God this was going to be the worst mission ever. She’d been so excited to be going out into the field again. She should’ve known that it wouldn’t be good. Nothing ever really was, with her luck.

"Or if you’d prefer to set up in-house security. I mean, whatever you think is best."

[nathanromanoff]

Nate had found himself slipping into the old skin, the one he was comfortable with, working with her and knowing what she was thinking before she even thought it. He was jerked out of his zone when she stopped like she didn't want to offend him and it was then that he remembered that he should be offended by being here, that he wanted to be offended, but looking at her there he couldn't remember why. "Yeah I can do recon, you can set up security." He wanted to make some small joke about how she was better at that anyway, about how he was better at getting people to talk to him, but now wasn't the time for jokes. Not when they were still testing the waters to see how this revisited partnership was going to work.

[nathanromanoff]

ooc:

i've gotten some replies done, but I need to do my philosophy paper or my roommate will injure me

[nathanromanoff]

Dodging bullets and mending hearts || Clate

[clairebarton]

Claire weaved in and around the people in the crowd, following just a few steps behind Nate. There was something meditative about following him, focusing on him and her mind filled entirely with just keeping up with him. Even just this simple interaction sent adrenaline pumping through her veins. She was so glad to be out in the field again, instead of stuck behind a desk. 

Claire couldn’t help but smile as she continued behind Nate. Maybe they could get past the incredible awkwardness and settle into a comfortable relationship as field partners again. There was no one she’d rather have at her back.

It wasn’t long before they were at the hotel that would be the base of their operations, at least for the first few days. Claire’s brain started taking in the building, mentally marking fire escapes and calculating possible exit routes.

[nathanromanoff]

Nate waited patiently for her by the car. He didn't like being on a mission with Claire. He didn't like the feelings that welled up inside him everytime she was around. He didn't like missing her like this, but there was nothing he could do.

He was quiet all the way to the hotel, having decided that silence was better than awkward conversation. He knew that she was scanning the building and trusted her to figure out all possible exits better and faster than he could. Instead he started unpacking his bags and placing weapons on the table as soon as they got to the room. "Figured out 12 escape routes yet?" He asked as he regarded her with a raised eyebrow.

[nathanromanoff]

Old Russian Boy, how do you feel about your nation get astroid'd?

Yeah. That's not my nation anymore. I left a long time ago.

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[philippacoulson-blog-deactivate]

“Not much, really,” Phil replied, smiling slightly at Nate’s address. “And at this point, I think Phil’s fine.”

[nathanromanoff]

"That's fine and dandy Madam Boss Lady Coulson Ma'am, but I think I like my title for you better." He remarked with a slightly cheeky grin.

[starsroundscars]

This is WORSE than sopa and pipa. Remember those? Yeah. Worse. Cispa would pretty much destroy tumblr and may even get you jail time because of your gifs. For the love of the Internet sign this.

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“Hello, Agent Romanoff. How are things?”

[nathanromanoff]

"Madam boss lady Coulson." Nate greeted with a mock salute. "Things are things, what's up with you boss?"

[nathanromanoff]

Time to apologize || Nate and Betty

[bettybannersciencechick-archive]

She started in a weak laugh, “I…  I-It’s for the best you shouldn’t… It’s an alarming enough thought to me… ” She admitted, laughing at herself a bit. She whispered quietly, “What would they think of this… ” She sounded at a crying laugh, “…To be losing my mind… acknowledging things… things I left better alone…” She shook her head and wiped some tears with an odd smile to her face, shrugging her shoulders in a chest puffing, silent laugh. You’re scaring him. I think. Shulkie watched as she could feel the crack she guarded shifting, but not increasing.

[nathanromanoff]

"If it's such an alarming thought, don't think it." Nate reasoned with a small shrug. He had no idea whatsoever what she was talking about, but he didn't want to upset her more by accusing her of going off the deep end, she could do enough of that herself without his assisstance.

[nathanromanoff]

Dodging bullets and mending hearts || Clate

[clairebarton]

Claire spotted Nate the second she got off the plane, and reluctantly moved toward him. She would have to put up a better front than she had on the plane, but she had been taken by surprise. She was out of practice in being cold and detached, and she’d never been very good at it with Nate in the first place.

She stopped just behind him and a bit to the left, just inside his peripheral vision. “Lead the way, Romanoff.”

[nathanromanoff]

"Gladly." Nate remarked cooly as he started to head off. He was glad that she had asked him to lead. He might be pissed at her, but he still trusted her to watch his back, he doubted anything could change that. And frankly he would rather have her at his back than in front of him. If she was leading, then he would be able to see her. Seeing her would lead to wanting to drop the whole facade and break down in a way that he wasn't allowed to do. He didn't have to look to know that she was able to keep up with him as he weaved through the crowds to exit the airport where an unmarked SHIELD car was waiting for them.

[nathanromanoff]

Hello ladies,

Who missed me?

[nathanromanoff]

ooc:

apparently Nate is being scarce and hiding from me. I know I have replies to do and I'll do them when I manage to smoke Nate out of hiding. Until then, just blame Nate. If you desperately want him, although I don't know why you would because he's an ass, just tag something with my url. Chances are I'll see it because I do track that tag on other accounts. Yep yep. If you want to message me i'll be over here. If you want to join the rp that that account is part of click here. yep.

[ohmycrisscolfer-deactivated2013]

AVPS

[trivial-turbulence]

I’VE WAITED MY WHOLE LONELY LIFE FOR THIS TO APPEAR ON MY DASH.

[nathanromanoff]

Dodging bullets and mending hearts || Clate

[nathanromanoff]

clairebarton:

Claire had jerked awake the same time as Nate. She’d eyed him, wondering if he’d have any snarky comments. He didn’t, so she went about packing away the things she’d gotten out of her bag during the flight. 

She heard the soft ‘bing’ that indicated they could remove their seatbelts. Claire barely caught Nate’s movement he ran away from her so quickly. She, however, took her time to gather her things and leisurely meandered out of the plane. She knew he would have to wait for her, and that left her with a smirk on her face.

Nate slowed his hasty escape from the plane once he had put a few rows of people between himself and the emotional disaster that was lingering behind him. He made it out of the crowd and into the main part of the airport before he turned around to wait for her. Every instinct told him to keep going and leave her and all those emotions behind, but he might get shot for that and he still wasn't sure if that would be a good thing or a bad thing.

[nathanromanoff]

Time to apologize || Nate and Betty

[bettybannersciencechick-archive]

She chuckled slightly in her sob and joked quietly, “Be w-warned… T-this moment could be b-book marked…Her chest puffed out in a small laugh that was weak and short. She closed her worn eyes with a slight smile and tears running down her face. Please tell me she won’t actually bookmark this… Will you? She mused, beginning to laugh at herself a bit with a contorted smile. You ignore her, Bee. Of course, she wouldn’t. She began to huff in a sad smile as he tried to comfort her. She knew this was hard for him, and she untensed her shoulders and took a steadier breath. She mouthed, ‘Story shouldn’t have it’

[nathanromanoff]

"Be warned, I have no idea what that means." Nate offered with a confused half-grin. He watched her warily, not sure if he should laugh, smile, or tell her that she really wasn't helping her case for sanity. So instead, he ate another cookie.

[nathanromanoff]

Dodging bullets and mending hearts || Clate

[clairebarton]

Claire jumped when something hit her shoulder. She down and to her left, and a smile played on her lips. Nate had fallen asleep, and he’d fallen over onto her. It was so sweet and so like the old days that for a moment she forgot all the pain. She managed to relax and fall asleep herself, though it was the light, wake-at-a-moment sleep of the skilled assassin.

[nathanromanoff]

Nate normally slept light, but he hadn't been getting much sleep the past few months and his body wasn't going to let this moment when he slipped into blissfull unconsciousness pass. He woke up when the plane landed and he sat up quickly, not realizing that he had been using her shoulder as a pillow for the last few hours. He cracked his neck as a shocking realization hit him. That was the first time in months that he had slept without being plagued by nightmares. He turned away from Claire and was out of the seat as soon as the seatbelt sign went off.