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From:[info]stark_inc
Date: July 7th, 2009 08:53 pm (UTC)
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She felt it and didn't even blink. He wants to think like a hero right now, but clearly this whole situation was to distract and seduce him and it's working. Why? Either way, he's going to have fun with this.

Hours later, they're more then a little drunk. He's still humming Frank Sinatra tunes from that band they danced to earlier in the night. They are covered in tacky plastic sovereigns and paint. Well, him more then her. She's the most wicked thing with a paint gun and high heels that ever walked the earth. Oh and they're a total of $400 dollars richer between the two gang-banger kids they rolled and as a net total from the blackjack table after a few thousand were won and lost.

Now they're out on the roof of a five-star hotel he owns (Getting past security and the concierge might well have been the highlight of the night.) playing quarters with a plastic cup and $1000 dollar game chips, eating caviar and Whitecastle as the sun comes up.

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From:[info]black_widow
Date: July 7th, 2009 09:02 pm (UTC)
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It had been one of the most interesting evenings of her life so far and surprisingly they were both still dressed. Natasha couldn't remember the last time she had had so much fun while working. Her evening had been made when he took her dancing and it was Sinatra no less. Always one of her favorites.

The paintball match had been interesting. It had been hard to remember to let him hit her once and awhile. Her first instinct was to not get hit, but then she had a cover to maintain. On the other hand, if she had been so worried about maintaining her cover why did she give him her real name?

"I must admit, Anthony, you were correct when you said it was the after-party that was much more interesting and fun."
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From:[info]stark_inc
Date: July 7th, 2009 09:14 pm (UTC)
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"Told you." He bites into another slider. "Think your friend in New York is even going to recognize you?"
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From:[info]black_widow
Date: July 7th, 2009 09:20 pm (UTC)
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She laughed. "Probably not. Not while I'm covered in paint from our little paintball match. My dress is ruined, but it was worth it." She grabbed another slider. Natasha had always had a healthy appetite and with her job she could eat as much as she wanted and not have to worry about gaining weight. "This has been a rather nice evening. Thank you, Mr. Stark."
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From:[info]stark_inc
Date: July 8th, 2009 12:52 am (UTC)
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"It was fun playing ambassador. I'm just glad you can keep up." He sinks another chip into the cup. "America is pretty much this and corn fields for me. Loud, varied, colorful, and trigger-happy. Maybe even the slightest bit tacky, but at least it's generally tacky on our own terms."

"Want to stay for awhile?"
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From:[info]black_widow
Date: July 8th, 2009 01:10 am (UTC)
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Natasha considered the proposition while she chewed the bite of food in her mouth. There were pros and cons to both staying and leaving and she weighed each one carefully.

"I..should probably...I would like that." She was going to say she should go, but something stopped her. She couldn't say what it was exactly, but he intrigued her.

She stood up and smiled. Let's see how interested he was. "I'm going to go get this paint off of me." She headed for the bathroom and glanced over her shoulder once to see if he was following.
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From:[info]stark_inc
Date: July 8th, 2009 01:17 am (UTC)
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He calls after her after a moment. "Is seducing you still an option?"
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From:[info]black_widow
Date: July 8th, 2009 03:45 am (UTC)
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She paused in the doorway to the bathroom. "Seducing me is entirely up to you, Anthony." She slipped into the bathroom and the door slowly closed.
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From:[info]stark_inc
Date: July 8th, 2009 04:03 am (UTC)
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Some days the are not enough swear words. Am I going to live like this for the rest of my life?

The bathroom door clicks once she gets into the water. "I thought you were supposed to be pursuing me."
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From:[info]black_widow
Date: July 8th, 2009 05:10 am (UTC)
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"I thought we covered chasing earlier in the night? Besides, I don't play by the rules."
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From:[info]stark_inc
Date: July 8th, 2009 05:26 am (UTC)
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"Mmmmmm...so this is why you know how to sing 'My Way' in two languages." The acoustics in here are terrific. He gets out his personal assistant device, records her voice and sends a copy of the audio file to Nick Fury with a note promising him something shiny if he can ID her. He also e-mails Pepper, Happy, and Rhodesy letting them know he's checking out an "innovative piece of work" for a few days, but that they should increase security at the homestead discretely.

"So now that you have me lured in here -"
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From:[info]black_widow
Date: July 8th, 2009 05:53 am (UTC)
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"What shall I ever do with you, or something like that?" The hot water has already steamed up the mirrors and the shower door. She slipped the thin black straps of her dress down over her arms and the light fabric slid down the length of her body and onto a pile on the floor. A small pistol strapped to her thigh joined the dress along with a pair of black silk underwear.

She opened the door to the shower. "Step into my parlor," she said before stepping into the hot water.
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From:[info]stark_inc
Date: July 8th, 2009 06:12 am (UTC)
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"Nice gun." He does do as he's told, taking off his clothing, stepping in and starts soaping up her back. He's waiting for her to notice, but he'll savor everything until then.
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From:[info]black_widow
Date: July 8th, 2009 06:27 am (UTC)
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"Thanks," she said as her eyes closed and she turned her face into the hot water. "I believe in protecting myself." If he had been paying attention earlier during paintball, she had more skill needed to just protect herself. There was also the whole wanted in a dozen or so countries thing.

She did notice, but didn't comment. Everyone had their secrets, including her. She was in her sixties after all. If she asked about that he could start asking questions she didn't want to answer.

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From:[info]stark_inc
Date: July 8th, 2009 07:19 am (UTC)
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Could it be possible the information is somehow out already somewhere? No, it couldn't be. The fact she doesn't say anything - doesn't even react - tells him he's dealing with a pro on several levels. He's dealing with a pro with Bond girl level grace and a gun to match. When in a Bond movie, do as Sean Connery would do.

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The sun is coming up again. He stirs and stretches like a cat. He's too relaxed to be pissed at himself for falling asleep.
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From:[info]black_widow
Date: July 8th, 2009 07:54 am (UTC)
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She's gone before he wakes up. It had been a nice night/day, but he was a job. The less time spent close to him the better.
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From:[info]stark_inc
Date: July 8th, 2009 08:35 am (UTC)
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He looks at his PDA. She did try something on it. Good attempt, too.

He lies back on the pillow, listening to the sounds outside and feeling very mortal again, though not in the depressed "heavy is the crown" way he has been. It's more like...thoughtful, maybe a little grateful even though there is a shitstorm on the horizon. Focused, probably not much of a life outside of the job, very good at smacking around people that need to be smacked, double life...They could have been friends. He doesn't have friends that don't work for him. Eventually, all technology is going to be superseded and every soldier out-gunned.

The Stark scion had people. Tony and Iron Man both needed friends.
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