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[ don't worry. she's not gonna completely let that go. ]

we were in a hurry for the mission
couldn't let my lucky bra go into war

[ He'd never expect anything less tbh. ]

So it's lucky and your best one?

I'm starting to think we could have a little hostage situation here.

what's the ransom?

Depends on how much you want it back.

a girl goes to far lengths for a good bra

Good to know.

you plan on using this info to your advantage?

I'm thinking about it.

am i gonna have to work for it?

Well if it's a good bra ...

and what does mr. rogers want in exchange?

I'll have my people call your people.

i prefer very direct communication.

Why am I not surprised?

meaning this is going to be a very strict negotiation.

Okay, that sounds fair.

We can set our terms. See if we can meet somewhere in the middle.

we can meet in your room for the hostage exchange.

you just have to tell me what I need to have prepared for you.

A reasonable request. My room is a neutral territory.

Have your terms and conditions ready.

I'll prepare mine too.

are you asking me to come to your room now?

[ is this a late night booty call, rogers? ]

No.

I mean, not unless you want to.

[ l o l what is a booty call tho ]

so that's a yes.

[ it's totally on your list, don't deny it ]

[ maaaaaybe but it's one he hasn't gotten to yet

pls teach him nat ]

Yes, that's a yes.

don't get too dressed up for me.

[ She's not - since she did mostly just crawl straight out of bed, in casual shorts and a tank top. The walk to Steve's room isn't a long one and within minutes, there's a light tapping at the door. ]

Knock knock.

[ Steve doesn't respond to her text, now knowing that this request of his may actually be fulfilled. Natasha is going to come to his room.

He isn't sure why but it makes him nervous. A good nervous, kind of, but nervous nevertheless. So if he tidies his bed a little, rearranges the items on his dresser (nothing much, honestly, just a bottle of aftershave, hair product, deodorant), tucks any spare clothing away, it's not for Natasha's benefit. Obviously.

He opens the door, a hand running through his hair. ]

Hey.

Hey.

[ She smirks, a typical little signature that might as well be a permanent expression on Natasha's face. At least when she's in Steve's company. Leaning against his door frame, she gives him a long look, as if trying to decide if all their playful banter actually means anything beyond just that.

Or did Steve have some other thoughts floating through his head like she was? ]

Tell me the goods are safe. Be a shame if there was any damage.

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