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ID.  @pinkedwinqs 
            
            you attempted to break into my home .  you are lucky i did not shoot you .

ID.  @ONCECAPTAINS 
            
            i can do 'something nice' .  
            
            *  natalya's words came out in a flirtatious drawl ,  one only half-serious but soon smoothed over by her mind reeling it back .  this was the closest thing to a date she's had in years .  dinners && picnics were for normal people .  steve && her were decidedly / not / such -  but she'd pretend ,  if only for a night .  just don't mind the hidden armory in her apartment .  *
            
            i take it you will actually get me out of my apartment .  a picnic ,  then .  

@widcwbites   ||        ❛   REALLY?   I DIDN’T THINK YOU’D SAY YES.   HOW ABOUT A PICNIC?  OR MAYBE A CANDLE LIT DINNER AT HOME?  WHATEVER YOU’D LIKE.    ❜     the solider slips onto the couch,  leaning towards his dear companion.    there’s an uncertainty in his gaze,  lips would purse in reflective thought.         ❛   DON’T SAY YES IF YOU DON’T WANT TO,  OF COURSE.    I JUST WANTED SOMETHING NICE.  Y’KNOW?   ❜     

ID.  @ONCECAPTAINS 
            
            *  natalya disliked the open expression ,  so hopefully && almost young in his expression despite the time period in which he was from .  the man out of time was waiting ,  to which the irony of it wasn't lost on the spy .  she would have laughed had she not took pity on the other with a marked softened expression ,  which didn't reach her eyes but could be seen through her stance .  *
            
            . . .  your treat ,  then .  what did you have in mind ?

ID.  @ONCECAPTAINS 
            
            ❝  YOU CAN BE QUIET NOW ,  ROGERS .  ❞  natalya remarked ,  though there was no bite in her words .  she was moving as fast as they were able to ,  but supporting an over two-hundred pound star spangled man as he was bleeding out wasn't in her repertoire && she didn't want to add onto it .  the safe house was just ahead && she knew that their shared companion would give the two of them flack for continuing on without a proper plan ,  but the job was completed with only minor injury .  ( an exaggeration ,  to be sure ,  what with the wound weeping && steve growing more sluggish wjth every step .  )
            
             when she opened the safehouse doors ,  she placed steve on his back on the bed .  the injury needed to be treated promptly ,  starting with the removal of the bullet with the packing of the wound .  sam was an immediate help ,  taking over primary duties as a pararescueman .  natalya just followed his lead with most && it wasn't until she knew steve was stabilized && conscious that she decidedly slumbed beside him ,  exhaustion settling into weary bones .
            
            ❝  IF YOU DIE DURING THE NIGHT ,  I'M GOING TO KILL YOU .  && THEN WHEN I DO DIE I'LL STRANGLE YOU IN THE GODFORSAKEN AFTERLIFE .  ❞  nat admitted ,  though her tone was tinged with weariness as her gloved fingers rested by the others' neck in an almost intimate gesture .  there wasn't any time to process her feelings ,  not truly && with any capacity to reciprocate but touch was enough .  closeness was enough .  she's kissed him before for appearances sake && remembered his scent vaguely in her mind -  but that was an act of preservation .  instead of pressing their lips together && complicating things further ,  though ,  the widow merely brushed her lips chaste against the others' sweaty temple .  ❝  YOUR CONFESSIONS ARE OF TERRIBLE TIMING .  ❞

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            ❪ID❫ ⸺ ROMANOVA,    N.
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            ◜  ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᵃᵐᵉʳⁱᶜᵃ ᵈᵒ ⁱ ʳᵉᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗ   ⍟     STEVE HARDLY BLEEDS,   BUT.   When he does, it’s always for someone else—   This time, it was for Natalya.  
             A stray bullet was his hindrance for today, a rather messy wound that bleed profusely       &&.       refuse  to clot.   Maybe the confession was something that was pushed by his delirium from blood loss.  At least, that would be the easiest pill to swallow. The sensation of steady pressure keeps Steven up right.  The hand pressing against his rib is absolutely searing,  impossibly hot from her very touch—  despite the cool chill of the air.   Steven’s weight pushes against Natalia’s, the slow walk home is almost unbearable in this silence.   ⠀    ⠀     ⠀  ₍ ₁ ₎            ❛   I⸺   I DON’T SAY THINGS I DON’T MEAN.   YOU KNOW THAT   (.   .   .)     I THINK YOU DESERVE SOMETHING GOOD,   NAT.   I THINK YOU SHOULD ALLOW YOURSELF TO LOVE.   NOW I’M NOT SAYING I’M THE ONE FOR YOU BUT⸺    AGH.   WHAT AM I SAYING?   YOU MUST THINK I’M CRAZY.  ❜ 

ID.  @ONCECAPTAINS
            
            you can't keep saying things like that ,  rogers .  i'm taking you to bed .

ID.  @shieldsmedic 
            
            you should see the other guy .

@widcwbites / / * * don’t make me hoot and holler 

@strongshields 
            
            * ╱╱   maybe if you asked nicely

ID.  @hawkettes 
            
            you hold him ,  still && with little motion .

&.            very late of me, but pls, maybe apprehensive or questioning.  

*     psst, ah, stars! 

*               flames    :)