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Intimität: Post-it Zettel (für mich)
Team: Novalis
Fandom: Iron Man II, the Avengers
Charaktere: Pepper, Natasha
Warnungen: Deutlich implizierter femslash
Challenge: Intimität: Post-it Zettel
Wörter: ~800
Vorwort: Äh keine Ahnung. Es spielt irgendwann während Iron Man 2, als Pepper noch denkt Natasha heißt Natalie Rushman. Ich wollte immer, dass sie mal daten. *hust* Runtergeschrieben in, ungelogen, zwanzig Minuten oder so. xD Deswegen crappy quality.
"A post-it? Really?" Pepper says slowly. She holds the offending yellow post-it between her fingertips like a particularly disgusting insect.
Natalie doesn't turn away from the computer, but her shoulders stiffen ever so slightly.
"You know, I really thought we had a nice evening together, but obviously I've been wrong," Pepper continues merciless. "That's fine, you know? Contrary to popular belief I have been wrong before. Tony could probably even name you exact dates and places. He keeps track of things like that. But I have to admit I'm still a little bit disappointed. I would've expect more from you then 'I'm sorry, there's no way we can do this' on a post-it."
Eventually Natalie turns around. "Three," she said.
Pepper raises an eyebrow. "Pardon me?"
"It were three really nice evenings."
"Well, if you want to count the time we've spend in the limousine waiting for Tony to appear, sure."
"I'd like to think we've spend the time very well," Natalie replies primly.
Okay, maybe they did.
Pepper has to actively fight a grin tearing at the corners of her mouth as she remembers this particular evening. Hastily she schools her features into an expression of mild interest.
"You are very flexible," she says instead.
Natalie nods politely. "So are you."
"Obviously not enough to deserve a little more explanation than a post-it."
So yes, maybe she's a little bit bitter. Maybe.
But honestly? She gets enough crap like this from Tony all the time and at least with him she's getting paid for it.
Natalie sighs a little. "I didn't want it to be a post-it," she admits. "I had to make do."
Pepper raises the other eyebrow and waits.
There's something more to this whole thing, she just knows. Which is the only reason why she hasn't fired Natalie yet. That and the fact that she's actually pretty good at keeping Tony in check.
“Look”, Natalie says eventually and her eyes are all intense all of a sudden. “There’s no pretty way of saying this, so I’ll just…”
Pepper raises her hands. “I get it. You’re not interested. It’s fine, really. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortab-…”
“I’m a spy.”
“Of course you are.” Pepper raises an eyebrow. “…what?”
“I’m a spy”, Natalie repeats. Her calmness feels almost surreal. “I work as an undercover agent for S.H.I.E.L.D.”
“You can't honestly believe I'm going to fall….”
“I used to be a soviet agent and I used to kill people. I don’t do that anymore and I’m not exactly proud of it, but I did it and I did a lot of other things that were worse. I won’t ever be able to tell you what I’m doing and I won’t be allowed to talk about my job. It’s possible that I have to vanish at any given moment and can’t contact you for weeks or sometimes months. It’s possible that I have to seduce people to get information, men or women, it doesn’t matter.”
She sounds calm, almost serene as she proceeds explaining why dating her would not only be a bad idea, but almost impossible.
Pepper blinked. “And I always thought my job sucked.”
Natalie shares a rare smile with her. "Well, your job is basically being Tony Stark's babysitter, so…yes. Your job definitely sucks."
"You can't really expect me to believe…"
Natalie actually laughs at this. It's an even rarer sound and it makes Pepper pause.
"Please," Natalie says. "Your boss is a not at all secret super hero. And you won't even believe I am a spy?"
That, unfortunately, is absolutely true.
"Wait…S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Pepper asks, remembering something. "The ‘Supreme Headquarters International Espionage Law-enforcement Division’-thing? The organization agent Coulson is working for?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.” She pauses. "So, well, at least you're one of the good guys, I guess."
"Mostly."
Pepper frowns a little bit more, toying with the little, yellow post-it in her hand.
"A post-it," she says eventually. "Really? And you couldn't even be bothered to whip up some spy equipment? Secret code words? Anything? That's not really impressive, you know."
Surprised Natalie looks up at her. "We really shouldn't do this," she says carefully as if Pepper is just being slow on the update.
"Why not?" Pepper shrugs. "As you just said. My boss is a not so secret super hero who saves the world and blows shit up. Why don't I get to have a girlfriend who's a secret super spy and gets to save the world and blows shit up?"
Natalie is quiet her face unreadable. Eventually she clears her throat. "Girlfriend", she replies dryly. "I didn't know three dates already qualified me as a girlfriend."
"Oh, what you did in that limo - definitely qualifies you as a girlfriend", Pepper says without missing a beat.
A slow grin spreads across Natalie's face. "You don't even know my real name."
Pepper sits down at the edge of the desk in front of her and patiently crosses her arms in front of her. "Well, maybe that would be a good start then…"
Fandom: Iron Man II, the Avengers
Charaktere: Pepper, Natasha
Warnungen: Deutlich implizierter femslash
Challenge: Intimität: Post-it Zettel
Wörter: ~800
Vorwort: Äh keine Ahnung. Es spielt irgendwann während Iron Man 2, als Pepper noch denkt Natasha heißt Natalie Rushman. Ich wollte immer, dass sie mal daten. *hust* Runtergeschrieben in, ungelogen, zwanzig Minuten oder so. xD Deswegen crappy quality.
"A post-it? Really?" Pepper says slowly. She holds the offending yellow post-it between her fingertips like a particularly disgusting insect.
Natalie doesn't turn away from the computer, but her shoulders stiffen ever so slightly.
"You know, I really thought we had a nice evening together, but obviously I've been wrong," Pepper continues merciless. "That's fine, you know? Contrary to popular belief I have been wrong before. Tony could probably even name you exact dates and places. He keeps track of things like that. But I have to admit I'm still a little bit disappointed. I would've expect more from you then 'I'm sorry, there's no way we can do this' on a post-it."
Eventually Natalie turns around. "Three," she said.
Pepper raises an eyebrow. "Pardon me?"
"It were three really nice evenings."
"Well, if you want to count the time we've spend in the limousine waiting for Tony to appear, sure."
"I'd like to think we've spend the time very well," Natalie replies primly.
Okay, maybe they did.
Pepper has to actively fight a grin tearing at the corners of her mouth as she remembers this particular evening. Hastily she schools her features into an expression of mild interest.
"You are very flexible," she says instead.
Natalie nods politely. "So are you."
"Obviously not enough to deserve a little more explanation than a post-it."
So yes, maybe she's a little bit bitter. Maybe.
But honestly? She gets enough crap like this from Tony all the time and at least with him she's getting paid for it.
Natalie sighs a little. "I didn't want it to be a post-it," she admits. "I had to make do."
Pepper raises the other eyebrow and waits.
There's something more to this whole thing, she just knows. Which is the only reason why she hasn't fired Natalie yet. That and the fact that she's actually pretty good at keeping Tony in check.
“Look”, Natalie says eventually and her eyes are all intense all of a sudden. “There’s no pretty way of saying this, so I’ll just…”
Pepper raises her hands. “I get it. You’re not interested. It’s fine, really. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortab-…”
“I’m a spy.”
“Of course you are.” Pepper raises an eyebrow. “…what?”
“I’m a spy”, Natalie repeats. Her calmness feels almost surreal. “I work as an undercover agent for S.H.I.E.L.D.”
“You can't honestly believe I'm going to fall….”
“I used to be a soviet agent and I used to kill people. I don’t do that anymore and I’m not exactly proud of it, but I did it and I did a lot of other things that were worse. I won’t ever be able to tell you what I’m doing and I won’t be allowed to talk about my job. It’s possible that I have to vanish at any given moment and can’t contact you for weeks or sometimes months. It’s possible that I have to seduce people to get information, men or women, it doesn’t matter.”
She sounds calm, almost serene as she proceeds explaining why dating her would not only be a bad idea, but almost impossible.
Pepper blinked. “And I always thought my job sucked.”
Natalie shares a rare smile with her. "Well, your job is basically being Tony Stark's babysitter, so…yes. Your job definitely sucks."
"You can't really expect me to believe…"
Natalie actually laughs at this. It's an even rarer sound and it makes Pepper pause.
"Please," Natalie says. "Your boss is a not at all secret super hero. And you won't even believe I am a spy?"
That, unfortunately, is absolutely true.
"Wait…S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Pepper asks, remembering something. "The ‘Supreme Headquarters International Espionage Law-enforcement Division’-thing? The organization agent Coulson is working for?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.” She pauses. "So, well, at least you're one of the good guys, I guess."
"Mostly."
Pepper frowns a little bit more, toying with the little, yellow post-it in her hand.
"A post-it," she says eventually. "Really? And you couldn't even be bothered to whip up some spy equipment? Secret code words? Anything? That's not really impressive, you know."
Surprised Natalie looks up at her. "We really shouldn't do this," she says carefully as if Pepper is just being slow on the update.
"Why not?" Pepper shrugs. "As you just said. My boss is a not so secret super hero who saves the world and blows shit up. Why don't I get to have a girlfriend who's a secret super spy and gets to save the world and blows shit up?"
Natalie is quiet her face unreadable. Eventually she clears her throat. "Girlfriend", she replies dryly. "I didn't know three dates already qualified me as a girlfriend."
"Oh, what you did in that limo - definitely qualifies you as a girlfriend", Pepper says without missing a beat.
A slow grin spreads across Natalie's face. "You don't even know my real name."
Pepper sits down at the edge of the desk in front of her and patiently crosses her arms in front of her. "Well, maybe that would be a good start then…"