Once upon a time she knew a person who could create pants from thin air. It'd taken a lot to forge a truce with him, but his magic was pretty wonder inducing. If martial arts could ever create pants from thin air, she'd love to see it and learn that art.
Often in the public eye, Natasha enjoyed the time that she had at her apartment. It wasn't surprising then that she was eager to leave the bar and sneak back to her place of comfort away from the world. "Glad you got what you wanted." She wasn't sure exactly what that was, but she could ask later.
Handing him a helmet, she let him ride on the back of her bike on the way home. Once there, she disarms the top-notch security put in place by Stark, and then opens up the door, allowing him in first. It's a cozy place, the fireplace is still lit and crackling by the couch. A TV sits in front of it, for easy viewing. There's a lounge chair near a window that looks perfect to curl up in with a book. Soft throws are tossed over the backs of all the chairs and couches. It's an open floor plan, so the kitchen sits open nearby with a hightop bar, chairs tucked underneath.
"Welcome to my humble abode. This is my hideaway from the world, and I rarely bring people here, so consider yourself lucky. "
She nudges him in the ribs playfully, and gives a soft tug to his long hair. "Please, make yourself at home. Can I get you something to drink? Water, Wine, Soda?"
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Date: 2024-05-11 05:38 pm (UTC)Once upon a time she knew a person who could create pants from thin air. It'd taken a lot to forge a truce with him, but his magic was pretty wonder inducing. If martial arts could ever create pants from thin air, she'd love to see it and learn that art.
Often in the public eye, Natasha enjoyed the time that she had at her apartment. It wasn't surprising then that she was eager to leave the bar and sneak back to her place of comfort away from the world. "Glad you got what you wanted." She wasn't sure exactly what that was, but she could ask later.
Handing him a helmet, she let him ride on the back of her bike on the way home. Once there, she disarms the top-notch security put in place by Stark, and then opens up the door, allowing him in first. It's a cozy place, the fireplace is still lit and crackling by the couch. A TV sits in front of it, for easy viewing. There's a lounge chair near a window that looks perfect to curl up in with a book. Soft throws are tossed over the backs of all the chairs and couches. It's an open floor plan, so the kitchen sits open nearby with a hightop bar, chairs tucked underneath.
"Welcome to my humble abode. This is my hideaway from the world, and I rarely bring people here, so consider yourself lucky. "
She nudges him in the ribs playfully, and gives a soft tug to his long hair. "Please, make yourself at home. Can I get you something to drink? Water, Wine, Soda?"