Natasha Romanoff ([personal profile] redintheledger) wrote 2013-06-09 02:34 am (UTC)

"You would stand out," she observes, tone wry. People notice discrepancies, and she has a distinct inability not to dress fashionably as soon as it is moderately safe for her to do so. A fashionable young woman walking out with a man who looked like he'd just arrived from the Urals would attract notice, and notice is a state Natasha tries to avoid.

(She is sure that there is a report about her clothing habits somewhere. But given the amount of lessons she's had in adopting educated accents, even with her native tongue, the only way she would get into trouble over it is if someone wanted her in trouble anyway. And as there has never been much she could do about that, she might as well look nice.)

They turn the corner without anyone running after them, and without shots being fired. Not that she relaxes much; she keeps her hand curled around the crook of his left elbow and walks close enough that they blend in with the other couples on the streets.

"Although I do have to say, I think I would prefer spending an evening with you rather than the boy I saw for a few weeks," Natasha comments once they are closer to the nearest metro entrance. "Took me to the cinema, and they were showing a Hungarian movie? I can't even tell you the plot, Andrei was being so annoying." She glances up at him with an amused smile, to all appearances just a girl entertaining herself.

Except, of course, that her eyes briefly scan the darkness beyond him.

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