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[deadlylittlespider]

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[deadlylittlespider]

It's a talent of a master spy, also she was just pretty good at reading him. Then again she felt like he projected his feelings a bit easier then some people.

She simply chuckled at his comment. It did get him far, didn't it? She could take it or leave it but tonight she would take the flattery. It felt nice for the most part. She had a respect for him too, even if it didn't show that often.

"Burn out? Hardly." She said with a scoff, peeling out of the rest of that cat suit and honestly going to throw it away after this. No sense mending it. "It'll take a lot more then that to burn me out." Which wasn't so true. She really was feeling it today. The idea of just relaxing a bit, no matter where it went, was nice. "Squares checked. I've only got a few more to go to get my first card under control." Just a few more to go.

That real smile though. That gave her pause. She smiled a genuine soft smile back, reaching out to touch his cheek for a moment, thumb stroking over a line of his beard, then she drew away to the shower, reaching in to turn it on. Knowing Tony, he had some fancy shower, but right now anything would work.

[doesntpaint]

He'd maintain she's good at reading everyone, but that's one of those things that doesn't need to be said. And sometimes he did wear his feelings on his sleeve, although he wished sometimes that he didn't.

"I figured as much, but you know, everyone needs some TLC, even enigmas like yourself." He had been going for a different set of words, but there were so many ways to describe Natasha that doing so would take all day. "Lucky you. Or should I say, look at you, tiger?" He couldn't help but grin. "Obviously I need to pick up the pace, or I'm gonna be the only one on this station."

He didn't really think that was a possibility, but still, joking around and all. When Natasha reached out to touch his cheek, he couldn't quite hide the small smile that came up. What? Sometimes he couldn't help but respond positively to just the right touch from just the right person. But now it was time for that shower, and unless she changed her mind and sent him flying through the bathroom door, he intended to follow her.

"You a liquid or bar soap kind of girl?"