The Captain and the Widow (Marvel)
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				Title: <strong>The Captain and the Widow (Marvel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 16:45:28</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/ba/52/29/ba522900537a5633262ee59d44d59251.jpg)&nbsp; <br><br>It was Tony Starks Birthday Part, he had hit the big 40 and his girlfriend/assistant Pepper Potts had thrown him a massive party to end all partys at the Stark family home in the centre of New York City. The night was in full swing with the jazz band playing and the guests taking to the dance floor which such reverence. Natasha observed from the balcony on high as the ballroom brimmed with the most powerful people in New York City who had all been invited to this monumental event. Even the Mayor of the city was here for the first hour and a half to wish the invincible Iron Man a happy birthday. Tony hated it, or so he protested to them all earlier in the evening, he had said he just wanted a nice dinner with his closet friends and Pepper went and had a full blow season event, press were here lurking in every corner and celebrities and pollutions were mingling with Superheroes.<br><br>Natasha was with Clint "Hawkeye" Barton who was also observing from on eye, his reer sat on the balcony as he sipped Vodka from a bottle. Clint was talking more at her then with her, saying how Tony was showing false modesty and that he probably dropped hints to Potts all along he wanted a 40th fit for a superhero. Natasha just smiled and nodded with the occasional "Mhmm" response to Hawkeye every now and then. She wasn't really much of a party person and that was evident by her all Black dress. Even off the Duty the Black Widow always looked the part. Her eyes raced down the ballroom to her friends and collgues. Earths Mightest heroes, the Avengers. <br><br>The Wasp, aka Janet Van Dyme was in full swing courting the press members in the corner of the room, talking in great detail no doubt about her fall line of fashions from the Vna Dyme wherehouse. Next to her a long suffering on again and off again husband Hank Pym was playing about on his mobile phone, working and clearly not enjoying the party at all. Much rather be back in his lab working on Pym particles and such.<br>Next was T`challa the Black panther who was with several royal officals from Waknda dressed in his traditional robes who was talking with the Vision the only Cybernetic in the room who was always one to draw un-wanted attention even when he didn't wish for it. <br><br>Further onto the dancefloor was Thor with his human girlfriend Jane Foaster, he was happily lifting her off the floor to the beat of the music which earned a few glances, laughing loudly and showing he was indeed truly settled here on Midguard with his mortal lover. In contrast was Bruce Banner dancing slowly with his beloved Betty Ross, holding her tight as the danced very sombrely to the music. Pepper and the Birthday boy were also on the dance floor mid playful argument it looked like with him protesting to her how he hadn't really wanted such a lavish and expensive Birthday. Love was indeed in the air it seemed for many of the Avengers and the mood was good. <br><br>Barton was yammering on about his newfound romance in Mockingbird, aka Bobbi Morse. He clearly was falling for her and was rather upset that Fury had put her on a assignment tonight in Europe. But he as per usual was convincing himself it was just sex and eventually it would fizzle out but when his phone buzzed in his pocket and he saw it was from her his face light up, he couldn't hide it even though he wanted to. Natasha felt a ping of jealously, not over Bobbi and Clint per say but the fact he had joy in his life which she denied herself for so long. Her steamy relationship with Matt Murdock aka DareDevil had all but phased out and it became evident awhile ago her and Clint were better suited as friends then anything more. Barton was going to brush it off as nothing until Natasha looked him and the eye and said. color=red]"Call her you idiot."[/color] To which he protested at first but then agreed saying he would be back in a moment and she was probably calling him up to ask him a professional question. <br><br>Once he was gone The red haired Russian beauty made her way down the staircase onto the Ballroom dancefloor. Someone else had caught her eye as she scanned the room, another soul as old as hers who seemed to feel about as out of place as she was. Steve Rogers aka Captain America who was blatantly on his own and miserable. She navigated across the room towards him, with his back to the full length mirror.&nbsp; He was so deep in thought he didn't seem to even realise she was standing infront of him at first, but then their eyes met. Natasha smiled a genuily warm smile at the handsome super solider. <br><br>She outstretched her hand and simply said to him in a confident tone. "Dance with me?"&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://th09.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2014/079/d/0/still_waiting_for_the_right_partner_by_gassada-d7ay4c5.jpg)</div></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Captain and the Widow (Marvel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diesel Heart</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 19:55:31</strong>
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				"You have no idea how to talk to a woman, do you?"<br><br>This is the words that echoed through Rogers head as he clutched a hardly touched glass of water in both hands.&nbsp; The party around him was bustling and in full-swing contrary to Stark's wishes.&nbsp; He could overhear the petty half-argument between he and Potts a short distance away from him, though their voices were drowned out to inconsequential ambiance just like the others.&nbsp; It didn't take a savant to discern that he was not in the festive spirit.&nbsp; At least not anymore.&nbsp; When he had arrived, he was socializing and smiling to people that he initiated conversation with though he did his best not to take attention away from the man of the hour.&nbsp; Things went fine until he took a glance around to his fellow Avengers to notice each had or were mentioning significant others they shared emotions with.<br><br>He began to think of Peggy and found himself longer for her company.&nbsp; He began to think of how much guilt she must have went through when he froze in ice over the course of decades and then only to find he had survived and not aged a single day.&nbsp; She was now bedridden and any chance of actually being together was highly limited.&nbsp; While Rogers was a paragon of good moral values and possessed the will of a steel fortress, he was still a man and a human on top of that.&nbsp; He had dreams, hopes and needs just like anyone else.&nbsp; He suffered being the living embodiment of an anachronism and most of his time had been all but dedicated to upholding the values he gained during what they called The Golden Age.<br><br>This is what prompted him to sit at the bar, order a glass of water, and then stare out into the vacancy of nothingness.&nbsp; Memories and flashbacks cycled through his head, all reminders of what was.&nbsp; Then there was the 'what if' wishful thoughts of the things that could have been.&nbsp; They tore at him and made his facial expression to display misery for anyone to see.&nbsp; Fortunately, most were engaged in conversation or dance so he was able to drift away into the environment without consequence.<br><br><strong><em>"I think this is the longest conversation I've had with one. Women aren't exactly lining up to dance with a guy they might step on."</em></strong><br><br>He recited in his head before his attention was brought to the hand offered itself to him.&nbsp; He eyed it for a fleeting moment before traveling up the arm, shoulder, neck, and face of Natasha.&nbsp; He seemed taken aback with an expression that seemed lost, confused, and caught off guard.&nbsp; It was a spooky timing and he had to take his moment of mental processing to return to full cognition.<br><br><em><strong>"I don't know,"</strong></em> he replied with a forced smile before looking into the glass of water. <em><strong>"Not much of a dancer,"</strong></em> he added with a pull of the drink following his addendum.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Captain and the Widow (Marvel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 21:49:06</strong>
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				Natasha smirked at Stevens hesitance, she knew she un-nerved him. Bare in mind he had the mindset of a man of the 1940s and she was a deadly Russian Spy, but she knew Steven trusted her and she didn't take it personally at all when he didn't jump at the chance to dance with her. No Natasha took herself out of the occasion and knew whole heartedly that Steve was finding this modern world hard to deal with. But she stepped forward and took his water off him and placed it on a nearby table. <br><br>Then the Russian beauty took him by both of his big hands and lead him onto the dance floor without any objection from the handsome hero. "Fortunately for you my Captain I was a professional dancer in another life. I can teach you a few good moves." She said as her eyes locked with his and she went about placing his left hand on her right hip and taking a professional dance stance. "Just follow me Steve. Just like if we were in combat." She said with a sureness in her voice as she stared into his eyes. <br><br>Steve may have the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. Baby blue and with the most long and lovely lashes ever a man could have. Steven was always handsome even before his transformation, she had seen the old photograph's of him before he was made "Super." his face was a honest one, perfectly shade and his smile could light up a room. Slowly the got into a rhythm that he seemed semi comfortable with and Natasha smiled a genuine smile at him. She enjoyed his company and given her history appreciated his love of the simple things and she found peace in just been silent with him. It wasn't like the uneasy silence one found themselves in if ever alone with Bruce Banner. It wasn't his fault the poor man, just the condition he was in given his circumstances. <br><br>"Would you like to go to the Ballet with me next week?" She suddenly asked him mid dance. "There is a revival of one of my favourites and I don't have anyone to go with." she told him knowing full well none of the other Avengers would go with her with the exception of Wanda who was over in Europe with her brother visiting friends. "I haven't been for years and I think it will be something to see." She paused and then added in a softer tone. "Banner said something to me last week." as she spoke of him she gestured with her head slightly towards the Good Doctor who was still dancing so slowly and intermitly with the Generals daughter. "He said if we cut ourselves completely off from humanity, the simple things in life...one day we will forget what it is we are fighting for." she sighed heavily. "I think he`s onto something."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Captain and the Widow (Marvel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diesel Heart</strong> on <strong>27-10-2014, 02:02:43</strong>
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				Rogers found himself absent a glass of water and being dragged to the dance floor in between the festivities.&nbsp; &nbsp;Natasha was lucky he wasn't the type of man to violently pull his hands back when they were taken which ultimately led to his resignation to fate.&nbsp; She was correct with her assumptions however.&nbsp; It came of no surprise she was accurate with her presumptions.&nbsp; It's the reason he trusted her on the field.&nbsp; She was good at what she did and anyone who doubted otherwise was only going to suffer the consequences.&nbsp; His hands were forcibly placed on her hip while his fingers laced into her other hand and was led into a simple routine.&nbsp; If not for her instruction that it was similar to combat he would have been far more clumsy.&nbsp; It was his tactical mind that allowed him to quickly adjust into the rhythm when he figured out the pattern.<br><br><em><strong>"Ballet?"</strong></em> he asked in an unsure tone followed by the listening of her addendum.<br><br>He felt caught between a rock and a hard place.&nbsp; On one hand he questioned the merit of learning something like ballet.&nbsp; What would the tabloids say if the press found the Sentinel of Liberty performing ballet?&nbsp; Oh, he could just picture the amount of mixed response.&nbsp; His gut instinct said to stay away from it as he was old-fashioned.&nbsp; Ballet, as far as he could tell, wasn't a dance designed for men.&nbsp; On the other hand, he would disappoint Natasha if he denied the request and she was hammering in the point, targeting both empathy and sympathy simultaneously.&nbsp; Truly, she held up to her name of Black Widow because this Captain was tightly ensnared in her web of proposition.<br><br><strong><em>"He might be.&nbsp; Thing is, I've never lost sight of what I'm fighting for and I know I don't have to go over that for you, Natasha... and I'm already a simple man,"</em></strong> he replied, slowly sporting an amused smirk when the ends of his lips curved upwards.&nbsp; <strong><em>"Nice try trapping me, but you don't need to go to such lengths to get me to say yes.&nbsp; Sure.&nbsp; Just this once though, got it?"</em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Captain and the Widow (Marvel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>27-10-2014, 04:10:01</strong>
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				Natasha smirked when Rogers relented and agreed to take her to the Ballet next week. She knew most men didn't get it but she figured Steve for classical taste given his background. An old Black and White movie at the pictureville might be something he would enjoy also. But she knew he would be slightly guarded whatever the circumstance was. But that only made the red haired Spy want to take him out the more. He was a challenge and one which she felt she was more then capable to deal with.<br><br>Steve phrased it that she trapped him into agreeing and she just laughed it off. "Well I do spin a rather tricky web don't I?" <br><br>Natasha didn't consider herself a social butterfly but she knew how to turn it on, which she had learned as her stock in trade been what she was. As she danced with Steven she saw they had slipped into a stead rhythm and he had picked it up very quickly. No one was really looking at them as the room was full of all kinds of people and really, Tony was the center of attention as he oftern was. Most people didn't react to Steve out of costume the way they did when he was in the red and blue. It was funny that, the costume was only outside dressing. Yet people still clamoured around both Tony and Thor.<br><br>She looked up into his face and tied to read his emotion but his mood was hard to take. "I don't think youre simple at all Steve. I never have. For you to keep as composed as you do and so focussed takes great intelligence and depth. I think you sell youre self short far too oftern my friend and I wont hear anymore of it this evening." She said as she leaned in and gently kissed him on the right check. She could see he was silently taken aback by it and that made her smile wider, why did she get such pleasure out of making him bashful? <br>As the music stopped as did most people dancing in the room, Steve and Natasha gently broke away. "Want to go outside?"<br>She asked him as she gestured towards the doors. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Captain and the Widow (Marvel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diesel Heart</strong> on <strong>27-10-2014, 17:23:28</strong>
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				Natasha spoke as if she knew the man behind the flag-colored uniform, claiming that he wasn't simple at all before planting a kiss to his cheek.&nbsp; It wasn't an expected display of affection and it sent the odd chill running down his back making his shoulders relax.&nbsp; It was almost as if the heat in his back had fired up to his face because there was a more distinctive heat in place, shown by the mild flush taking to his rosy cheeks.&nbsp; Even with this, he kept his composure relatively intact and eyed around the party to gather if anyone had seen it.&nbsp; Embarrassment?&nbsp; Trying to avoid the spreading of a rumor that would detract form the focus of Stark's birthday party?&nbsp; Whatever the reason, Rogers kept in unison with her movements throughout the dance.<br><br>When the music ended and they broke away, he ran his hands over his blazer and cleared his throat before noticing Tony had been eyeing him across the room.&nbsp; When the Invincible Iron Man noted he had been caught glancing towards Rogers, he vaguely lifted a brow and nodded at Natasha while she gestured towards the door to ask him to step outside.&nbsp; In response, he shook his head gently at Stark before speaking outwards with a raised voice to cleverly play it off.<br><br><em><strong>"Happy birthday, Tony!&nbsp; I'm gonna step outside and get some fresh air and then we're gonna talk about something!"</strong></em> he stated, eluding to the fact there was something to talk about.<br><br>Was there?&nbsp; The possibilities would be an enormous list to sort through because they had been through a lot together, but together and with the team.&nbsp; When Stark offered a smile and lifted his glass of champagne, Rogers returned his blue gaze to Romanov and then eyed the door.&nbsp; He gave her a nod to follow up on what he shouted out to Tony before turning to offer his arm to her.&nbsp; Rogers did have a taste for the classical taste and as long as he was alive, there would be no death of chivalry and respect for the other gender.<br><br><em><strong>"Fine.&nbsp; No more defending that I'm not a simple man.&nbsp; Though, I will say it's better to humble myself than get some inflated ego.&nbsp; We have enough of those types of people running around playing the superiority card, I think."</strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Captain and the Widow (Marvel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>02-11-2014, 14:43:45</strong>
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				Natasha couldn't help but find it rather amusing Steven felt the need to announce to the room where they were going. Which when her eyes met with Tony's saw the Billionaire found it just as "Cute" as she did and she headed out with the All American Hero. The Widow and the Captain slipped outside through one of the glass doors of the ballroom out into the garden. The Cool night air washed over her skin, but given <br>Natasha was Russian this was hardly what she would consider as been "Cold." <br><br>She looked back at the Captain who said he was indeed far from been a simple man and she nodded.&nbsp; With the combined Egos of Stark, Barton and Thor it was amazing the team didn't butt heads more often but instead had found some peace working as a unit. The red haired beauty crossed through the courtyard area of Starks Mansion grounds they had found themselves in. <br><br>The Mansion itself was in the Heart of New York City and as such was surrounded by the familiar sights, smells and sounds which could only signify where they were. Rogers had grown up on these streets, he was a native New Yorker and it was fitting he had returned here all these decades later. It was no Secret to anyone with high up enough SHEILD clearance that the President wanted Steve permantly in Washington but that was more as a glorified bodyguard and everyone knew that, most of all Steve himself. Yes, Rogers was not as "Simple minded" as others thought given his cultural references and experience. <br><br>Natasha circled the garden running her hand along the mermaid designed fountain in the middle of the courtyard, she looked over at Steve and smiled, it was a genuine and warm smile which she only broke out when her guard was as far down as she was able to let it go. &nbsp;"How`s Sharon doing?" Romanov suddenly asked in reference to Sharon Carter, Agent 13, the Niece of his first love Peggy Carter who was now one of SHEILDS highest ranking agents. It was no secret Sharon harboured romantic feelings for Rogers and had even pursued him but given she was currently on the Hellicarrer circling the globe and not here indicated the budding Romance was not going well. <br>Maybe it was too personal a question and maybe Steve wouldn't answer. But he looked so in pain earlier tonight, so alone, and Natasha had this feeling that she needed to help him.<br><br>The funny thing was, she had been feeling this for awhile now. Which was, puzzling to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Captain and the Widow (Marvel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Diesel Heart</strong> on <strong>02-11-2014, 15:57:25</strong>
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				Rogers was a man of New York, it was true.&nbsp; Though, it had become so much larger in many ways during his cryogenic stasis.&nbsp; When he wasn't somewhere around the globe or on a S.H.I.E.L.D helicarrier saving the world, he was here trying to find the new attractions and hidden gems of his beloved city.&nbsp; He had a particular fancy towards downtown where buildings he grew up around still stood, refurbished and kept to their older designs on purpose.&nbsp; It wasn't far from those streets that his childhood home was, now lost to the industrial company that bought the property and build over the lot.&nbsp; Such a thing didn't affect him as much as it should admittedly.<br><br>When he caught her eyes upon him, he pivoted at the neck to note her smile.&nbsp; A smile unlike her usual ones.&nbsp; It was different and more sincere.&nbsp; Then came her question to add to the unexpectedness.&nbsp; A name drop of Sharon included in the question.&nbsp; A rush of emotions waved over him and he placed his eyes forward again, leading Natasha in a casually slow pace around the courtyard with her on his arm.&nbsp; Sharon and Rogers rarely had time to spend together.&nbsp; Their schedules simply didn't mesh all too well and neither of them were fans of it.<br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>"Last time we spoke, she was somewhere near Tibet on the ship.&nbsp; We didn't get the chance to talk much but she told me she was doing fine.&nbsp; Said she wouldn't be back for another six to seven months, give or take,"</strong></span> he answered without any apprehension.<br><br>What did he have to hide?&nbsp; Sure, he was wrought with emotional pain because of it but he had the Willpower unlike many could ever hope to emulate.&nbsp; He did have his moments though.&nbsp; Anger could get the best of him and it had multiple times in his career as Captain America.&nbsp; He may be the Sentinel of Liberty, but he was just a mortal man.&nbsp; Just.. a mortal man who was at the peak of all human potential both physical and mentally.&nbsp; Many people looked up to him for a moral compass and it was a role he could play to easily because of his stances.<br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><strong>"Why?&nbsp; I thought you would know more about that than I would."</strong></span>
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				Post by: <strong>VoluptuousVixen</strong> on <strong>05-11-2014, 03:17:16</strong>
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				So it seemed Carter was taking time off indeed and going to be on the Hellicarrier indefinantly for at least half a year and that had to sting. Natasha had a policy "Love was for Children." yet she couldn't help but note how happy her team-mates all were. Stark with Potts (the only time hed ever been a one woman man), Thor with Foaster, Banner with Betty Ross and even Clint was heading towards something serious with Bobbi (weather or not he was willing to admit it to himself ore not). <br><br>Maybe Natasha was curious too and she partly wondered if she was just wired wrong because of her stolen childhood. Not many young girls are brainwashed and turned into a human weapon. Her eyes met with Steve1s piercing blue ones and he asked her why she was asking about Sharon and stated if anyone would know more about the Hellicarriers trajectory surely it would be a Agent as high up as herself. <br><br>Natasha smiled as she moved closer to the American hero.<br><br>"I only know what I need to know Steven. When I need to know it.<br><br>What she was telling him was in all honesty and she did not waver in her response as she looked on the handsome Captain. <br><br>"Well...im going to go back inside, wish the birthday boy ,any happy returns one last time and slip out. I have....places to be in the morning." She told him without really revealing anything about where she had to be and what she had to be doing. The gestured for the super solider to show her back inside the illustrious Stark mansion.<br><br>Natasha knew Steven didn't entirely approve of the work she did off the books with Fury, but sadly it needed to be done weather he approved of it or not and at times she just wished he and the others could understand that. Each "Avenger" had their own part to play.<br><br>&nbsp;
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