blackhourglass | open post #2

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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?"

Oh, SOMEONE's could, he was sure. After all, martial arts is just another way of looking at magic! Someday he'd have to get into that explanation with Nat, although dipping into the nature of 'consensus reality' and its ramifications is always a hell of a deep dive.

"Trust me, I know I'm lucky." He took in her place with casual curiosity -- he always felt like he should develop into the kind of wise master who could learn countless things about a person just by studying how they lived, and so forth, but the reality of him being capable of overlooking things like entire rooms just kept interfering with that goal. "I'd love a soda, whatever you've got."

And since she told him to make himself at home, he wasted no time in plopping on the couch by the fire, watching her move as he did so.

That would certainly be something he'd have to teach and explain to her. She'd love to sit for that lesson, possibly half-dressed with her legs across his lap as they sipped on beverages that may or may not get them inebriated. It might not be the smartest thing to get Morgan drunk, but Natasha lived for bad ideas. Plus, she enjoyed things that stimulated her mind and body all at once.

It had taken Natasha years of practice to learn how to study a person as quickly as she could and develop a sense about them upon a quick read. That had been one more thing she'd started in her childhood and never stopped training in. She wasn't a perfect study by any means, but she did alright. She was good enough to seduce a man for his secrets, or to force him to kidnap her in order to get him to spill his plan-- and better yet, to know which strategy to use on each man she went against.

Seeing a person's home could tell bits and pieces of a story. Nat's told enough because she decorated it herself. There wasn't a lot around, but it was cozy and warm. It was lived in. Her room told far more than the outer living space. Picking a cola from the fridge she brought it over to him, and settled it on the table there.

Nat held a beer and after kicking off her shoes, she set it next to him and waved her hand. "I'll be right back. I'm getting back into my loungewear. I wasn't dressed to start with, and I hope you don't mind me being as comfortable as I want in my own home. I can grab you a t-shirt if you want something better than a button up to go with the sweat pants."

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