"Yeah, well. Maybe you can take a picture," she said, even smirking a little as she sat up and reached to take the files. "Prove to the rookies that I'm still human enough to get sick."
She peered over the files, her brows furrowed. It mostly the boring stuff, things she'd already known would be showing up on her desk. "So Stark is really pushing forward with this Avengers headquarters thing, isn't he? At Stark Tower. Has he told you anything about this?"
"If you insist." And Natasha even pulled out her phone to take the photo. "Between you and Coulson the cyborg rumours really are reaching a new high. I may or may not threaten the rookies with you melting up out of the floor if they do something wrong."
There would be some incident reports in there. Especially relating to the latest rookie fuck-up. And as good as Natasha was she didn't have Maria's diplomatic skills. She didn't have the patience not to kill the idiots. "Yes, he is. And no, he hasn't. He doesn't trust me. Why would he tell me anything?"
"That was--" she tried to protest, but it was too late. Natasha had already taken the picture. "A joke. Nevermind."
She sighed, turning back to the files, sniffling slightly. She flipped through the incident reports, scanning. She was grateful for the distraction from her aches.
"I don't know. I thought maybe you might have a better idea than most," she replied, her eyes still on the reports. She would have to go through all of these and determine the appropriate action, if any was needed. That and sign everything at least twice. "It's not like Pepper's going to talk. I just wish Stark would do a little communicating. I doubt he's just going to let SHIELD waltz in and get their hands all over it. But that's exactly what my order may end up being."
"I'm laughing," Natasha replied with a wide smile. "Don't worry, I'm not going to show it to anyone."
Natasha moved around the room again and gathered up tissues and another pillow. She managed to get it behind Maria so that she could sit up a little better. There had to be one of those electric jugs too, right? Something to make tea...
"He likes to show off far too much. If he told us what was going on then he would be able to be all over the top dramatic about it." Natasha disappeared for a few moments to grab the jug and other tea making supplies so she could bring it all into the bedroom. "SHIELD might just have to relent some territory to Stark. I doubt he's going to do anything to harm the team. Well... let me try and rephrase that."
I was just thinking- should we set this pre-Vegas trip? Or in their verse at all?agent_hillMay 25 2012, 10:17:18 UTC
"You know I trust Stark about as far as I can throw him," Maria grumbled, starting to lose herself in the paperwork. She sniffled again and cleared her throat, peering over one of them more involved reports. She was so caught up that she almost didn't notice the way Natasha was running around.
"-- Are you making tea for me?"
She wasn't used to being fussed over. No one fussed over her. Even when she was growing up, her dad would usually get far enough to tell her to suck it up. It was... Strange.
ooh, good question. i like the idea of it being pre-Vegas :)redinmyledgerMay 27 2012, 00:55:29 UTC
"And he trusts me about as far as he can toss me, so it works all around." Natasha said it matter-of-factly. She wasn't holding a grudge against the guy even if they had yet to really address the Rushman thing.
She paused, almost like she was getting caught breaking into a vault. "I--yes. Am I not supposed to?"
Natasha didn't know much about taking care of someone but she knew that tea was nice when she was sick. She knew that Maria obviously hadn't yet gone to the effort of making it herself.
sounds like a plan to me :Dagent_hillMay 27 2012, 01:33:35 UTC
"To be fair, you aren't very big. He could probably throw you pretty far," she smirked, reaching for a tissue. Natasha's size was part of what made her such an effective spy. Nobody ever saw her coming.
She looked up at the woman, feeling incredibly attractive as she blew her nose. So very attractive and impressive and everything she wanted one of her agents to see. "It's five, it's just. Thank you, that's thoughtful of you."
Natasha arched her eyebrow slightly at the joke Maria made before she had to smile. "So is that your way of saying that I am actually quite trustworthy?" She never stopped taking advantage of her own size, always using it to her advantage. It was drilled into her.
Natasha came over with a mug of tea and perched herself on the edge of the bed before holding it out for Maria. "I know I'm not the most likely nurse you'd want at your sick bed, but you have me nonetheless."
"I trust you," she replied simply. Perhaps she and Natasha had never been best friends, but Maria spoke truth. She'd seen enough of the Russian's work to know that she would trust Natasha to almost any task. Maria liked the professional relationship that they had, as lacking in slumber parties as it was. Actually, this might have been the most time she and Natasha had spent outside if work.
Maria took the mug, grateful, still a little caught off-guard. She offered a smile and took a sip with a small sigh. It was good tea. Probably just what she needed. "Thank you. I usually try to just deal with this kind of thing on my own. Muscle through."
"I trust you too," Natasha said as she gave Maria a slight smile. It was the truth. There always seemed to be something that stopped them from growing closer outside of work, but she knew Hill was a good agent. One of the best. She would be glad to have the woman at her back any day.
"We're similar in that respect but sometimes a little human contact is nice when we're sick. Though Barton's usually the only one dumb enough to try and tell me to stop." Natasha reached out to rest her hand lightly on Maria's leg and gave it a soft squeeze. "You can feel free to pretend this never happened once we're back at work. Your secret's safe with me."
Maria looked to Natasha's hand on her leg, a strange flush washing over her at the contact. She was fairly certain it wasn't the fever. Agent Romanoff had always been capable of pushing her off balance without even knowing it. Just by virtue of who she was and the strange feelings that Maria occasionally found bubbling up from within herself. She usually pushed those thoughts away immediately.
Maria had always somewhat avoided the woman, truthfully. It wasn't always consciously done, just that Maria would usually keep their interactions as short as possible. Those feelings didn't need to be confronted. They were pointless, really. But here Natasha was, making her tea and squeezing her knee.
She cleared her throat. "You and Barton," she said, turning back to the papers, trying to sound as casual as possible. "You two have always been close."
[She stands by the training room with a box full of bliny and a bottle of vodka. Their friendly sparring earlier had turned into an all out showdown and Steph's still recovering from the injury. It was time to bring a peace offering]
[Natasha had only just finished cleaning herself up but there were few obvious bruises and she was walking gingerly. Somehow Stephanie had wound up with the worst wound though. She folded her arms under her chest and offered a tight smile.]
[Natasha dropped her arms back to her sides before she moved forward and opened to the box with a slightly warmer smile.] Been a while since I've had them, thank you. Is the vodka to sterilise the wounds?
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She peered over the files, her brows furrowed. It mostly the boring stuff, things she'd already known would be showing up on her desk. "So Stark is really pushing forward with this Avengers headquarters thing, isn't he? At Stark Tower. Has he told you anything about this?"
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There would be some incident reports in there. Especially relating to the latest rookie fuck-up. And as good as Natasha was she didn't have Maria's diplomatic skills. She didn't have the patience not to kill the idiots. "Yes, he is. And no, he hasn't. He doesn't trust me. Why would he tell me anything?"
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She sighed, turning back to the files, sniffling slightly. She flipped through the incident reports, scanning. She was grateful for the distraction from her aches.
"I don't know. I thought maybe you might have a better idea than most," she replied, her eyes still on the reports. She would have to go through all of these and determine the appropriate action, if any was needed. That and sign everything at least twice. "It's not like Pepper's going to talk. I just wish Stark would do a little communicating. I doubt he's just going to let SHIELD waltz in and get their hands all over it. But that's exactly what my order may end up being."
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Natasha moved around the room again and gathered up tissues and another pillow. She managed to get it behind Maria so that she could sit up a little better. There had to be one of those electric jugs too, right? Something to make tea...
"He likes to show off far too much. If he told us what was going on then he would be able to be all over the top dramatic about it." Natasha disappeared for a few moments to grab the jug and other tea making supplies so she could bring it all into the bedroom. "SHIELD might just have to relent some territory to Stark. I doubt he's going to do anything to harm the team. Well... let me try and rephrase that."
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"-- Are you making tea for me?"
She wasn't used to being fussed over. No one fussed over her. Even when she was growing up, her dad would usually get far enough to tell her to suck it up. It was... Strange.
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She paused, almost like she was getting caught breaking into a vault. "I--yes. Am I not supposed to?"
Natasha didn't know much about taking care of someone but she knew that tea was nice when she was sick. She knew that Maria obviously hadn't yet gone to the effort of making it herself.
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She looked up at the woman, feeling incredibly attractive as she blew her nose. So very attractive and impressive and everything she wanted one of her agents to see. "It's five, it's just. Thank you, that's thoughtful of you."
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Natasha came over with a mug of tea and perched herself on the edge of the bed before holding it out for Maria. "I know I'm not the most likely nurse you'd want at your sick bed, but you have me nonetheless."
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Maria took the mug, grateful, still a little caught off-guard. She offered a smile and took a sip with a small sigh. It was good tea. Probably just what she needed. "Thank you. I usually try to just deal with this kind of thing on my own. Muscle through."
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"We're similar in that respect but sometimes a little human contact is nice when we're sick. Though Barton's usually the only one dumb enough to try and tell me to stop." Natasha reached out to rest her hand lightly on Maria's leg and gave it a soft squeeze. "You can feel free to pretend this never happened once we're back at work. Your secret's safe with me."
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Maria had always somewhat avoided the woman, truthfully. It wasn't always consciously done, just that Maria would usually keep their interactions as short as possible. Those feelings didn't need to be confronted. They were pointless, really. But here Natasha was, making her tea and squeezing her knee.
She cleared her throat. "You and Barton," she said, turning back to the papers, trying to sound as casual as possible. "You two have always been close."
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Natasha.
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Shouldn't I be bringing you the peace offerings?
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