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It took Nat a lot longer to get ready, not because she was stewing over her appearance, but because she was trying to decide if she wanted to go back to using Clint to scratching that itch again. It'd been a while since they'd done this sort of thing. She couldn't say she didn't miss it, because she did. It was only that their friendship had grown further and so had her affection for him.

Itches were there to be scratched and she didn't really want any added stressors to her life, not that Clint had ever been stress. He was always the opposite. He was the one she went to when life was overwhelming her. He was ... something akin to what home might be for her. She could get away and find safety in a bottle of wine, good conversation and laughter. That's why this was difficult, mixing it all up sometimes could get a little confusing for that good ole' female brain, even Nat's.

Still, she was there when Clint knocked at the door, smile wide on her face. Her red hair swung about her shoulders loose and free. She hadn't bothered to dress up, wearing light cotton pants and a long sleeved half top that matched. It suited her figure and was comfy to boot.

"Hey handsome. Get on in here, and let's crack open those bootlegged bottles. I'm so glad you swiped them from Tony. He totally owes it to us." She offered Clint a hug and a kiss on the cheek as he walked by. He knew where things where and so she didn't bother to show him, merely followed him back to her kitchen and leaned against the counter, letting him serve her tonight.

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[Knowing Steve's tendency to dress up for most all occasions known as dinner dates, Nat did the same and wore one of her nicer black dresses for him. It might have been short, but it did exactly what it was supposed to.

She showed at the door with a glass of wine, and a smile.] Hey there. Do we have time for a glass, or should I go get my heels on to meet you on your bike. I made sure to wear a dress that stretches.

[She laughed, and pulled up at the leg, revealing a bit of thigh where it met her garter belt. It was done directly to make Steve blush, but she couldn't help herself. It was half the fun.]

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[It was refreshing to find someone like Nate to have a conversation with. He'd kept her wits entertained and had her laughing off and on for the better portion of a day as they texted off and on for a while.

The radio silence preceding the date was appreciated as well. It offered exactly the right amount of anticipation. Natasha had taken out Nate's photo several times in the interim and reviewed their conversation to laugh and smile as she waited for ten am.

Being prompt, Nat had been to the museum fairly early and scouted it out to make sure there was nothing that was going to go backwards for them. Her past didn't need to come creeping up in the middle of a date in such a large place. It was a logistical nightmare, but she was extremely cautious.

That was another reason for meeting inside. There's far more cover inside than out. Settled up against one of the welcoming desks, Natalie waits with a brochure, flipping back and forth, trying to figure out what they should do first. ]

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I only watch it because I have to for what I do. I have to know about the people I'm going to work with, know everything about them. So, the news is a source, like the internet.

No, nothing like a superhero. I'm a woman who can kick some ass if I need to.

Yeah, maybe I should except doctors have never been my type. I think everyone gets it now and then. We've all got our needs.

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[Maybe Natasha's a few years older than Jesse in age, but she's got years in classic wisdom on him. It comes from her history. Although, maybe he's managed his own fascinating wisdom in trade from the life he's lived. Natasha has slipped through the shadows of the higher realms of drug trades, of mob lives, and further espionage of all ranks and in countries even she doesn't always remember.

It makes for an interesting pair, for sure, but one thing she knows is the allure of a good time and Jesse's got her interest more than piqued. There's something bold in the way he speaks that has Natasha wanting to leave early for the day. She actually dips out of training grunts and leaves Steve with all the cadets so that she can go slip into something provocative. Lingerie has been her singular splurge since coming to the US. It wasn't something she could afford, or even find in Russia while she was there.

Finding the little black number, Natasha pulls on soft jogging pants and a bulky sweater over it. It's casual and yet it looks perfect on her trim form. She's already masturbated once today thinking about everything they're going to do together, and pulled out her toy chest from the bedroom, in case he wants to get creative. It doesn't matter if they meet and fuck once. It sounds like it'll be worth it. She's always willing to meet a guy who's not afraid of her. Most men who know who she is, want her to step on them. She's willing, but she likes a guy who wants to use her too.

When the door sounds, Natasha goes to greet Jesse. Her place is nice, it's not opulent or flashy, but shows well enough via the neighborhood and the security downstairs that she's got money. ] Well Hey, it's nice to finally meet you in person.

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I assure you my mind may be mortal, but it is not tiny. I will let the subject alone, only because I believe that messing with the powers of time are a dangerous thing. Be careful how you speak of my mind, you little god or I might take back my offer to share myself on a more intimate level.

They are the one with the jets, and if you were to bring scotch we could sit and drink the scotch from the tub. It's a nice place to enjoy a drink from, since good scotch is hardly something you do shots of.

I take it you know about where I live, or do I need to send you my address?

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The pain that pours off of Thor is absolutely palpable. It hurts Natasha to be here and feel such anguish within him. There are so many things that he could be doing, and she knows that there are plenty of people out there in the world that need and want him, but he has lost so much. Thor was a man used to being worshiped, tied to a people, a home, a place and all of that is gone. His family is gone. Natasha wishes she could tell him how it'll all be okay, but she's a completely fucked individual inside, so what does she know.

Death haunts her wherever she lands. She never stopped killing, and look where it landed her. Her mother died fighting to get her back, her father sold her into the Red Room when she was a mere child. Natasha remembers none of it. She doesn't even know the names of her true parents. One of her earliest assignments was to infiltrate the country as an American family, pretending as spies do. That was the closest she came. It was such a joke. She knew nothing of family or friends until the Avengers. Now she had no one. Her life was shared with no one special.

Laying her head against Thor, she turns into it and inhales -- remembering the sharpness of his skin. There's a different quality to it than those from "Midguard", as he always called earth. It made her smile. He always seemed to smell like a fresh lightning storm. It was still there, just hidden. He was still there, if buried under his guilt and depression. Sliding her arm behind him as she laid against him, she ran it barely under his shirt and against his skin, she felt a little more human for the contact. Real, live, skin to skin contact.

"I've been there. It's beautiful. Quiet, but beautiful. They said you were busy, but I have a feeling that you had told them not to let anyone come by. I've made deliveries, and picked up things. We support your town as often as possible."

Running her face along his side, she kisses his shoulder. "Hey Thor? Did you want to watch those silly movies, or just sit here and cuddle more?"

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If he has them, yes, I imagine so.

[Keeping it vague this time, she shakes her head at the phone and lays back against her couch, still wondering where this text is going. ]

If you had your choice, who would you pick to date, since we're talking here about dating.

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For @pursuitofcappiness

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