starter for @xgamora
Natasha picked up what felt like was bound to be the one glass too many of rasp, clear liquor and poured it down her throat, letting the burn spread through her as it reached down her stomach. It was a familiar feeling, it felt of a home she never really thought much of, these days. ❝ I never exactly had a lot of boyfriends. I can think of some relationships but they only partly count... ❞, she didn’t exactly remember how the conversation had gotten there. How two assassins with a reputation for being the best sat next to each other, stopped counting down the drinks and decided, instead, to number the romances in their lives. ❝ But one time — I know this — Stark thought I was about to sleep with him and it turns out it was a Skrull? And somehow he was still into that? ❞
