#blackestofwidows

[avengersheroesrp-blog]

Agent Romanoff reporting in. Back from my mission and ready to keep some semblance of order.

I'm not sure how old are these but I'll reply anyway

Thank God. We are in terrible need of order.

[thefirstavengersteve-blog]

To: Tony Stark ; Bruce Banner ; Thor Odinson ; Agent Natasha Romanoff ; Agent Clint Barton

Subject: Let's Have a Ball Game

Hello, everyone.  This is the first e-mail I have ever sent so please bear with me.  I spoke to someone about this idea a few days ago and I just wanted to hear everyone's opinion.  We each have our own training regimen, which is fine and dandy but I was was thinking about our training as a team.  Well, even though our last big mission together went well for the most part, I thought we could work on our cooperation and communication skills with a bit of fun.  Not to mention I haven't played baseball in a long time and thought this might be a fun way to exercise as well as practice playing nice with others (I'm looking at you, Tony).  This was just an idea I had; I'm not really making a final decision.  What do you guys think?

- Steve Rogers

[me-and-the-other-guy-blog]

*goes downstairs and fidgets around, waiting for Natasha at the appointed time*

*wears his yellow shirt, which is a) Tony's, and b) his only decent-looking article of clothing at the moment*　

[thefirstavengersteve-blog]

@Agent Romanoff

Sorry, I hope I'm not disturbing you, ma'am.

[thefirstavengersteve-blog]

blackestofwidows replied to your post: /spends his spare time doodling in his room,...

Interesting drawings you have there, Captain Rogers.

/glances up at her and stands. Agent Romanoff. /moves to stand in front of his drawings to hide them, trying to be subtle. Thanks. It's something to do when I'm not training.

[liarofasgard]

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Ms. Romanoff... To what do I owe such a pleasure?

[avengerhawkeye]

Dinner?

Clint never stopped watching.

He couldn't afford to. Even now, driving down the road to meet Natasha for dinner (of all things--he still wasn't sure how he'd gotten into that one) he kept a vigilant eye on things. It was in his nature.

The archer took his eyes off the road for just a second, long enough to glance at the piece of paper Tasha had written the restaurant's address down. It was a fancy place, but that was about all he knew. He hadn't gone to pick Natasha up or anything like that--in their line of work, traveling together was often dangerous, even for something as simple as this. That was a lesson they had learned the hard way a long time ago.

He had little issues finding a place to park, choosing a spot where his car wouldn't stand out. He stepped out, closing the door behind him and straightening his suit. Lord, he felt like he was choking in this tie... He loosened it just a touch, pulling off his shades and tucking them into an inside pocket as he walked up to the restaurant's doors.

He offered a brief nod of greeting to the men attending the door as he stepped inside, sharp eyes adjusting to the dimmer light inside.

"Name, sir?" the hostess asked him.

"I believe it's under Rushman."

"Right this way."

[avengerhawkeye]

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Natasha. Good to see you again.