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[He manages a small smile at her determined outlook, and feels a little more secure in having confided in her.]

Then you understand I'm no threat in the middle of a spar. I'm not going to just randomly go off. [He manages a little smirk.]

As long as you don't bite.

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[That's better. Her stubborn posture relaxes somewhat.]

I believe that. Wouldn't be there if I didn't.

[She's not that reckless. Probably.]

I make no promises about biting, though.

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[Another chuckle, lighter.]

At least if you bite, the results won't be destructive. Just have to call the spar off early.

[His mug is long forgotten, and he's just staring at her, watching her movements, her face, her eyes. Maybe that conversation with Fitz ran too long.]

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Have you considered that if I bite it's possible the spar's already gone too long?

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That's how you plan to stop them going forward?

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Not stop them. Just... divert the direction.

[Obviously she doesn't want them to stop.]

Now that I know the effect it has on you.

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[He smirks to that.]

So, to alert me when you're ready for other things, then?

We can probably wrap this one up pretty quickly too.

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Maybe just my way of keeping things interesting.

[She answers his smirk, her chin rising a tick in a playful challenge.]

Yes, agreed, or ftb they go off to have fun

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You seem fond of that.

[His chin rises in response.]

that's also good

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Hm. You know, I might take that as a compliment since I'm not not trying to do anything.

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You sure you're not trying?

[He gives her a teasing smirk. Regardless of her, or his, intentions, his mind keeps going back to where the whole conversation with Fitz put it.]

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Could be it's a natural talent.

[She smiles, moving closer to him—touching his jacket.]

You don't think?

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I think you're very clever.

[His eyes flicker to her hand.]

You need this one, too? [He's not moving to get out of it right that second, but....]

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[Natasha nods slowly, her lashes half lowering to shade her eyes. Clever. She'll take that.]

Maybe I should try it on and see?

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Just try it on. [He only manages a mild warning tone to his voice. It's a lie, of course.]

[He pulls away from the chair he's in so he can slip out of it, taking his time, as he hands it to her.]

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[Natasha takes the jacket and drapes it over her shoulder rather than putting it on.

Instead she eyes his shirt as though she might ask for it next.]

Maybe we should take this somewhere more private.

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[She looks at his shirt, and he raises an eyebrow, smirking a little.]

We should.

[He gets up after that.] And I thought I was only getting mugged.

ftb?

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Oh, it's much worse than that.

[She turns slowly, a little extra lift and sway in her step.]

Honestly, you should have known better. Nice boy like you in a place like this.

For sure, assuming they ever stop flirting

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[For a second, Bucky just watches Natasha walk.]

Nice boy? Don't mistake me for Steve.

[He follows, amused.]

They never stop

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Never. You're an entirely different kind of trouble.

[Because they both know Steve is trouble, even if he is a nice boy.]

Yeah, no kidding

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As long as you understand that. Maybe I'll let you take the rest without much of a fight.

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You can put up a little bit of a fight if you want. It's more fun winning that way.

ftb?

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A little bit of a fight it is, then.