007 [Video] || My heart kept breaking. I threw it against the wall Can anyone feel me at all?

[theassassin]

I suppose it was just a matter of time before I got another reminder.

[The red head looks at from the phone to the thin box chain around her neck and the charm. A delicate fragile looking silver heart the size of a quarter with James' star in the center of it. The same one that he has on his shoulder back home, now miniaturized and placed in the center of a stupid metal heart on a chain around her neck. ]

This place... it never does quite let you get back on your feet before it knocks them back out from under you again. [This time? This time it's almost like a punch to the gut. James' star. Of course that's what she'd get.

Green eyes drift from the charm back to the device and she sighs. She's already wasted far too much time just staring. Letting the little heart spin around on the chain and watching as the image appears and vanishes from sight with every turn.]

A curse I'm assuming? Anything special I need to know?

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[theassassin]

[They're both so damaged, at the very least they can be damaged and drowning together. They can do what they can to keep the other one afloat and distract them when things like this happen.

She doesn't want to lean to heavily on him, and sometimes- like now, she thinks that maybe she does. But at the same time he'd tell her if it was too much. She carries a lot of her own weight herself. There are just days that... she needs to distribute it a little bit, to ease a little of the pressure.

This damn heart...as much as she knows it's the truth, it's a sore reminder of something that is so close, and yet so far away. Something that... at least here, doesn't belong to her, and she wouldn't expect that it ever will.]

Speak for yourself there, Feathers. [She teases with a laugh. Wouldn't that be amazing? She would love that, especially today. Just retreat into each other and hide away for a day, a week, a month maybe. Forget the world outside this apartment and learn how to breathe again.] Oh you know it will be. Have to wonder if they'd even stand up to stop us if we tried to take over quietly.

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[bettercallit]

[ As someone who also tries not to rely on others too much, Clint wonders the same thing, even though he's long since stopped questioning their relationship; it's complicated, unique to their situation, and nothing anyone else could ever truly understand.

But there are definitely new lines that have been crossed, curses or not, and those make him a little nervous, unsure, but covering it with dry humour and telling himself it's because this Natasha is new, is bonded to him with her own separate memories of him while he's got his own perspective on it. One day soon they'll figure out how to bring those together and make it work smoothly. ]

Feathers. Really? [ He gives her a look, one that would send anyone else running for the hills, but it carries a fondness, a hint of amusement that only someone who knows what to look for can really pick up on. ] Depends if they see us coming or not. My vote leans more towards the subtle, but it's what we're good at.

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[theassassin]

[The situation is complicated and unique, but it's also...so simple and honest, and completely theirs.

And she finds that she honestly doesn't mind the lines they're crossing, it wouldn't be happening otherwise. He's comfortable and easy to get along with, and they're both uniquely capable of dealing with the other's bullshit. He keeps her from sinking, just as much as she keeps him, and while things may at times might make them both a little nervous and uncertain, it works. It works for them the way it is, it could work better, but at least it works the way it is.

She shifts, and just grins giving him a slight lift of her shoulder, her expression pure amusement, despite the look he's giving her.]

Would you believe it was the first thing that came to mind? [Natasha nods and settles back down again.]

Subtle. I think we're in agreement with subtle. [It's a nice little daydream, even if they'll probably never do it.]

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[bettercallit]

You're losing your touch. [ But he gives her a suspicious look, as if to say that he's not sure if he believes it or not, or if she's just been itching to call him that. If he's honest, it sounds more like she's been hanging around with Stark far too much.

He huffs out a breath, a lazy gesture of amusement, the warmth and laziness starting to make his eyes droop without any help, but his mind is as alert as ever, imagining the two of them causing chaos around the City. ] Been here long enough to have won hearts and minds, no one'd suspect a thing.

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[theassassin]

Who said I ever had any touch to lose? [She might have been thinking about it for a while. She might be hanging out with Tony too much. Or she might have just thought of it on the fly and instantly wished she hadn't. Which ever way, it's out there now, and don't worry, it probably won't ever be used again.

Honestly, she's just as happy to be lazy and warm with him. She might even fall asleep if they weren't discussing 'world' domination.] Good. Next step is for me to get out there and gain some trust. [A little huff.] Which means I might have to be social. Ugh..

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[bettercallit]

Not me. [ Because he definitely knows better than to accuse her of having a heart or a soft spot, even though, if she's anything like his Natasha, he's witnessed several. ] Want me to take down anyone who puts it out there?

[ He looks at her with an expression of shock, as if his entire world is suddenly pulled out from under him and turned upside down and inside out. It's close enough. ]

Well, looks like I'm starting earlier than planned on that bunker. Better have a place to take cover if it gets out of hand.