Natasha is on duty, but Natasha is in her element.
Threat Assessment is practically her middle name, and whether she wants to admit it or not, wearing a nice dress with her makeup done and her hair up has her feeling more like herself than she has in weeks. It's like Moscow all over again. Or Istanbul, or Paris, or - well. The point has been made.
She's wandering through the crowd before she finally sees him, and Natasha can't help but crack a small smile when she notices Steve Rogers standing in that 'relaxed-not-so-relaxed' way that he does. If anybody deserves to at least try and enjoy himself, it's Steve. Especially after what happened. Especially after Peggy.
She steps up from behind him and she places her fingertips on the back of his shoulder, dragging them across his back to his other shoulder as she circles around him to stop in front of him with a smile. "Well well, someone cleans up nicely. And here I thought you didn't know how to wear anything more complicated than a button down."
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Threat Assessment is practically her middle name, and whether she wants to admit it or not, wearing a nice dress with her makeup done and her hair up has her feeling more like herself than she has in weeks. It's like Moscow all over again. Or Istanbul, or Paris, or - well. The point has been made.
She's wandering through the crowd before she finally sees him, and Natasha can't help but crack a small smile when she notices Steve Rogers standing in that 'relaxed-not-so-relaxed' way that he does. If anybody deserves to at least try and enjoy himself, it's Steve. Especially after what happened. Especially after Peggy.
She steps up from behind him and she places her fingertips on the back of his shoulder, dragging them across his back to his other shoulder as she circles around him to stop in front of him with a smile. "Well well, someone cleans up nicely. And here I thought you didn't know how to wear anything more complicated than a button down."