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“Umm...Ms. Romanova?”, Flash blinked, surprised to find the redhead standing behind him, his hands instinctively traveling down to cover himself.
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“Umm...Ms. Romanova?”, Flash blinked, surprised to find the redhead standing behind him, his hands instinctively traveling down to cover himself.
widowxbites said: My college had a bomb threat a few years ago. It was an interesting experience but classes got cancelled for two days and we got to go home.
Yeah it's pretty intersting. It was fun though. Like, when I first heard I was at my classroom and I was scared because it's a fucking bomb, but then when we were outside everyone was joking about it. It's very interesting when you attend to a public university here in Mexico and there's a huge problem like the one we're having now, because you see how much students (and people in general) hate the government.
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send me a ♣ and i’ll generate an au from this list and type up a starter. ∟ 1.stripper au
So yeah, he's kind of getting a little sick of his job. Maybe. He's just being doing it for so long now, since he got out of college. he thought he'd get himself a job in a museum or something, maybe animating, seeing as he's got a Major in Art and a Minor in History, but, no. He's still stripping. And when he comes back in from his usual dance (the club is odd, a mixture of male and female strippers, but he doesn't care. It usually attracts the right crowds) he gives a soft huff, running a hand through damp hair.
He looks over to see Natasha; he knows she usually goes up after him, so she's probably still waiting. They're on a loop, though. Six dancers, dancing for about ten minutes each. It's a long time, but the manager doesn't give a shit about that. They dance every hour, and have a break in between. He's not looking forward to his next go.
“That looks like a new outfit."
*sneaks into your room, leaves url in an unmarked enveloped on your bed, sneaks back out without a trace*
My Opinion on;
Character in general: natasha romanoff is an incredible character i love her with all my heart she’s such an inspiration to me tbh. she has an incredible back story and kicks so much ass like not just literally she just is everything perfect 2 meeeeHow they play them: i haven’t seen a ton of your portrayal, i just started following you, so i can’t make a huge judgement yet here, but i’m excited to see more of how you play her, i’m sure you’re excellent!The Mun: again, i don’t know you well, but you seem great (:
Do I:
RP with them: i don’t believe so yetWant to RP with them: sure!
What is my;
Overall Opinion: c: can’t wait to get to know you and your nat better~
"Ah, yes. What can I do for you...?"
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Another day, another mission. It wasn’t often she worked with Steve, but it did happen from time to time. His famous face was useful and could get them into places easier and with less questions than simply forging names and hacking security. And that’s all he was meant to be for this mission: just a face, which Natasha did her thing.
They were in a hotel, a nice room paid for by SHIELD where they could get ready and would later stay the night before heading back to HQ. Smoothing her hands over the little black number that cost far more than she cared to admit, Natasha had to lean forward a little over the counter to get closer to the mirror as she applied the last touches of makeup. That’s when she caught a glimpse of Steve in the mirror, standing somewhere behind her. A little smirk quirked up the corner of her lips.
"Your eyes are wandering again."
He settles himself against the bed, long, suit-clad legs crossing as fingers fiddle with a tie. God, he hated dressing up; hated the whole idea of formalities when he could be out saving someone, getting his hands dirty for a good cause. But instead, he was a poster-child, again, sitting alongside one of the world's greatest spies--a dancing monkey for the evening. J u s t a f a c e , she wouldn't forget to remind him of that little fact. He was always just a face.
His palm smooths over silk as eyes hitch upwards to settle on the redhead. It's not like him, to stare, but as her form bends to lean into her reflection, light hues can't help but connect with a glare sight--but what a wonderful sight to behold. His looks had been innocent at first, trying to take in the unusual attire she'd slipped into, but as she leaned in, unknowingly accentuating her build, he's drawn to it like bees to honey. As her lips part to speak, jade meeting cerulean as he focuses on her reflection; the apples of his cheeks light up, a soft pink flushing pallid skin as the embarrassment settled over him.
"I I, u h Oh God, I can explain. I just "
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He's not exactly hiding, in fact it's pretty easy to spot someone as large as he is, but at the same time he's not doing anything to purposely draw attention to himself. For now he is simply there. Sitting so still you couldn't tell him apart from the statues that decorate the room.