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@unteachableskill
Pain is important: how we evade it, how we succumb to it, how we deal with it, how we transcend it.
Audre Lorde
You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Rachel McAdams in The Time Traveler’s Wife
#tony: look at her so perf#tony: i have no feelings about her at all
mildmanners:
she knows what she looks like. (that every-hair-calculated style of hers is unnerving. thankfully there are other things to focus on)
“I don’t do well with bullets.” honestly he can’t believe they want him to come along on this one.
  “Most people don’t,” she returns, wryly, one eyebrow arched.Â
  The two of them on a mission together is -- absurd. On just about every level that she’s considered it, it’s a bad idea; he’s a powder keg, and she’s six different ways to start a fire without breaking a sweat. This is just asking for disaster.
  Good thing she can rise to a challenge.
  (Good thing nobody has to know how tense this whole situation makes her.)
  “Just follow my lead. People very rarely get shot on accident around me.”
  That’s a joke. She grins, but it’s a little sharp.
  “You’ll be fine.”
@unteachableskill
So whose body are you guarding? Mine, or everyone else’s?
  “Who says it’s an or situation?”
  She tilts her head, eyes trained on his face, and keeps her own a veneer of cool, calm regard. There’s a smile, perfunctory, and her arms folded loosely over her breasts, one hip cocked to the side.
  Nothing to see here, really.Â
  “I can multi-task. Why, you feel like you need a little guarding?”
knightmared:
    “– only if we can agree that Tony’s the first mark.”
  She swings her legs around, knees pressed together, and closes the lid of her laptop with a click.
  Smiling charmingly, she offers her hand over it.
  “Always glad to help someone pull Tony’s pigtails.”
  That gleam in her eye probably doesn’t bode well for you, Bruce.
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knightmared:
     he’s trained his brain into a near eidetic memory, he doesn’t need a picture.
    “Please, – tell me more about the things I should throw at your teammates.”
  Natasha studies him a moment, fingers halting over the keys, before she grins.
  “Mr. Wayne, are you proposing an alliance?”
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knightmared:
   [ …. oh. I like this one. ]
  “You should take a picture.”
  Her eyes move to track him, though she remains angled over her laptop, a very small smile on her face.
  “I hear they last a while.”
humblystark:
~
Natasha was a liar. Kiev was not nice this time of year.
Even in the hotel room they checked into (husband-wife duo—he shaved his goatee, she wore a wig) Tony’s fingers were still cramped from the cold. He could barely type.
“I’m ordering room service.” He needs a warm mug of coffee to wrap his hands around. Hell, he’d settle for tea. “You want anything?”
She’d been short with him during the entire trip over. Fine enough. He took the opportunity to kick back and get some rest. He had a feeling neither of them would be getting much over the coming days.
  It’s strange seeing Tony without his goatee, and it’s stupid that something so small really drives the point home for her, but it does: he’s doing this for her. No matter which buttons he had to push to get here, the fact is that he is here, and there aren’t many people she can say that for.
  She asked him for a favor and he’s delivering. Above and beyond expectations, which... she should feel bad about, maybe, but she doesn’t have the time. In his shoes, she knows she would’ve used whatever leverage necessary, so she understands it.
  It makes her relent, just a little, when they make it to their hotel room and she starts setting up their equipment.
  “I saw a McDonald’s on the way in,” she says, and it’s an olive branch. (She’ll never admit it, but she’s just as much a fan of nasty, processed food as he is.) “Or you can’t go wrong with borscht.”
  Yes you can.
  “Just make sure you get it hot,” she says, unnecessarily, as she tucks her legs beneath her and rubs her hands together for warmth.
“kiev’s nice this time of year”
humblystark:
Ever word she utters makes the room that much chillier. He’s surprised he can’t see his breath.
His fault.
Consider the Clint and Co. card burned. Just maybe it will have been worth it.
He gives his full attention over to the screen, fingers clacking against the keys, brain falling into familiar rhythms as data streams in.Â
“She’s either carrying a mountain of cash on her or she’s got a whole network of shell companies she’s wiring money through. Hang on. Let me run your list of aliases through some off-shore banks I’m hacking into.” The banks’ firewalls are good. Not good enough.
They eventually narrow down a location near Kiev—where an agent is still in deep cover. Presumably her next target.
“Shall I warm up the jet?”
  “She was good enough to save her hide when the information went public,” Natasha points out, brisk and all business. “And she’s been good enough to stay one step ahead of me.”
  That chafes, too, because this is what she has always prided herself on. Not the job, necessarily, but being able to do the job; she’s done plenty of things that she wishes hadn’t been necessary, but she’s always done them.
  People have been burned by her twice because of this: the first betrayal, necessary to take down a greater evil than they’d faced yet, and the second, when they were used as pawns in a game designed to make her hurt.
  “Cancel your appointments for the next few days,” she says, a smile flickering over her face. “I hear Kiev’s nice this time of year.”
  She has everything she needs on her, and she wants this done.
knightmared:
   —- safe to say, clock in overtime.Â
    “…. I think he did.”Â
 – in retrospect, Bruce was a day late to the meeting.
  She clucks her tongue, reaching into her back pocket for her cellphone and tapping away at it while they talk.
  “Tough break. I hear he’s like that.”
  One swoop of a message sent later, she glances back up to him.Â
  “You must be a real glutton for punishment.”