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[araneidal]

Who: Natasha & Bucky
Where: A room in the mansion.
When: 6/11.
Rating: PG; warnings will be added where needed.
Summary: Two assassins play hide and seek. No, really.

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[disassembles]

[ She thinks she's hilarious.

His balance shifts from the kick, but he recovers quickly. He turns, closing the distance between them without hesitation, but he doesn't plan to draw a weapon before she does. He had known from the start that she would be a well-matched partner. She has more experience than him, so he doesn't mind being handled this way, but that doesn't mean the lead is hers alone.

A fight is a conversation. For a long time, it was the only language he could speak. She moves like she's been in the thick of it since her first word. He can't help but think: she's amazing. It comes as no surprise, when he ends up on his back.

It's not that he's happy about losing. There will be another match. The smile he gives her isn't wide, but still boyish. ] Next time we should play some jazz.

your meta is rude

[araneidal]

[ Natasha matches him, making him work just a bit to keep up; not too much. The idea isn't to instantly overpower him, just get a sense of his limits. He is precise, and he's kept himself sharp. Always did impress her. ]

[ She reaches out a hand to help him up, mirroring his smile. ]

Next time. You hide, I seek?

UR RUDE

[disassembles]

[ He takes her hand to haul himself up. She's stronger than she looks - but he knew that already. ]

Deal. [ He inclines his head. ] Lunch?

u were first

[araneidal]

​[ It's a small thing, to let someone do that. It says a lot. ]

Only if you're buying.

excuse ??

[disassembles]

In that case, it's brunch.