Y’know, Tony, you could have just invited me to the pool if this is some poor excuse to see me sitting around in a swimsuit. ( Her earpiece was lodged snugly beneath auburn curls-- styled away from her face due to the hot weather. The iron-clad avenger had invited her out on the water to assist him with an infiltration of sorts, or so he said. His constant mumblings of ‘any minute now’ began to fall short-- curiosity turning to impatience, and impatience evolving into annoyance. Sitting up from her tanning spot against the deck, Natasha grumbled to herself… fumbling with her sunglasses. ) You’ve got FIVE minutes more, and then I’m out of here. I won’t risk my skin’s health on an empty lead.
