( not the kind of story you can sum up — that's probably true, but it's also code. natasha doesn't want to talk about it over the phone, which means it's something tony shouldn't see, which means... james doesn't know what it means. what secrets could she have to keep from him? if she knows where captain america is, shouldn't tony know too?
none of this is making any sense. the soldier wouldn't go off the grid — even if he would, the spy would follow him. they're in love. and tony's their friend, he would know where they've gone. no one would be keeping secrets from each other, it doesn't make sense. )
I've never had pizza before.
( he'll come, but there better be answers waiting for him to go along with that pizza. )
[she's heard bits and pieces about the reality where ultron did a lot more than drop a city out of the sky, and in what she doesn't know, she can fill in some of the gaps. they're all dead, save tony. the world's in shambles, with only small pockets of resistance. that's what the children left behind have to adapt to, have to navigate.
and not for the first time, something seizes in her chest. it's not her fault, it's not even the other-her's fault, but the guilt comes nevertheless. she knows what it's like to be a child and not actually get to be one at all. no one else should ever have to live like that, especially under her watch.]
Pepperoni's my favorite. It was the first kind I ever had.
[a long time ago, fresh out of the red room. that's a story she'll keep to herself, though.]
❰ her attempt at... what, bonding? distraction? whatever it is, james sees it, and at any other time he might be genuinely interested in natasha's opinions on pizza. even now he's filing that knowledge away — pepperoni's her favourite, it's the first she ever had — but all he really wants now are answers. ❱
Meet me at your favourite place. Whoever gets there last has to pay.
[she lets out a breath, and with it goes some tension she'd been unknowingly holding in her shoulders. there are many more delicate steps to take, but this — is a start.
a start down a very long road.]
You know that once something's in writing, you can't back out, right? [a dry joke, one sitting on layers he won't understand.] Have your $15 ready when you get to Vito's :p
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none of this is making any sense. the soldier wouldn't go off the grid — even if he would, the spy would follow him. they're in love. and tony's their friend, he would know where they've gone. no one would be keeping secrets from each other, it doesn't make sense. )
I've never had pizza before.
( he'll come, but there better be answers waiting for him to go along with that pizza. )
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and not for the first time, something seizes in her chest. it's not her fault, it's not even the other-her's fault, but the guilt comes nevertheless. she knows what it's like to be a child and not actually get to be one at all. no one else should ever have to live like that, especially under her watch.]
Pepperoni's my favorite. It was the first kind I ever had.
[a long time ago, fresh out of the red room. that's a story she'll keep to herself, though.]
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Meet me at your favourite place. Whoever gets there last has to pay.
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a start down a very long road.]
You know that once something's in writing, you can't back out, right? [a dry joke, one sitting on layers he won't understand.] Have your $15 ready when you get to Vito's :p