Well, here's to hoping the other girls can learn that from you, if they aren't already careful with their drinks.
As much as your company would be pleasant down there, I'm not putting you through that. I've already told Sam he can find someone else to go back if he needs it. My sense of smell is too sensitive for it, it was a real nightmare.
Are you saying that I'm a distraction? Me? All I would do is stare down other men trying to get handsy. And put as many dollar bills in your bras as you'll let me.
Yeah, he really does, almost just as much as Tony likes hearing himself talk. These two could talk each other to death.
Hey, Redwing is pretty forgettable, that's probably why you didn't remember.
You know, now that you mention it, I'm surprised he didn't throw a week-long funeral for it, too. Or maybe he did and didn't invite us.
Yeah, he did that to me too. Maybe he's just lonely. Think you can use those matchmaking skills on him like you tried on Steve? Maybe that's what he needs.
The worst, to be honest. I just can't today with all these politicians' empty promises and fake smiles. Sam has been real good at calling them out during the meeting, but I'm just half a second away from punching one in the teeth.
Where are you at? I'm out on an errand but I could show up and claim a police emergency to escort you out. Though the only emergency would be me wanting to kiss you.
Honestly, I can't blame him. But now I'm wondering if he's resurrected it and is going to jump scare us the next time he gets a chance. I hate to break it to you, but he definitely does not need my matchmaking skills.
Most girls who aren't drunk already are pretty good about it. It's one of the first things that gets taught in date safety, and even in sex education at schools now. The crimes still happen though.
I can imagine. I've spent plenty of time in sewers and gulags. I know how terrible places full of filth can be.
You are a very welcome distraction, and I'd be happy to take you are to a bar anytime if you want. I'd even sneak in a flask of asgardian ale, so you can get properly inebriated. You can put dollar bills there, or your hands. It's up to you. I'd prefer your hands, personally.
It would be great to see them try and date. I know it's a terrible thought, but the fights would be exceptional.
Hope you remembered your key because if you make me wait that long, walking isn't always an option.
[Just the idea of him playing along is nearly enough to make her come, and holding back is going to be exquisite torture.]
Of course, I'm not the one riding around on a giant vibrator.
[She has to get her digs in where she can, although one of these days she really should go in and adjust his screen-reader so it uses a version of her voice for her texts.]
Oh, it's worse than that. The Wakandans built him three new Red Wings with the new Captain America suit. Now he can jump-scare all of us at the same time.
It's all the suit's work. It was the same for Steve.
[Both Captains have good people skills, it's no surprise they got some game.]
Yeah, I told Sam to send Redwing next time he wants a tour of the sewers. I think my uniform is still smelling.
I'm not sure that me drunk in a public place is a good idea. I'd be too afraid to break something accidentally. And I'd prefer my hands in your bra too, though that'd be a sure way to get us thrown out of the bar. Unless you can be really, really quiet in a dark corner?
Oh God. Would the tower even survive one of their fights? And you know they would try to updo one another as they try to romance each other. I'm kinda curious now how that would go. Should we play matchmaker?
[Not that Stark would ever listen to him, but surely Nat can be more persuasive.]
You know that's a challenge I'm willing to rise up to. If you're one for that sort of thing. Find me a great booth in the back corner of a bar, and I'll wear a loose skirt, and I will show you all the things I'm extremely good at in public.
I can be quiet if you don't mind a little biting to your shoulder. Certain moments, you know. What about you? I can take your teeth, and lot more.
You can always count on me to make you forget about anything.
After all I fell in love with you because you made me forget. There's a reason I kissed you the night we met. I wanted to kiss you the moment I saw you.
[She doesn't bother to let the phone ring, just opening up a connection in a way that would probably horrify the creator of said phone. Her voice is already a bit breathy.]
You really are impossible. And I appreciate that you aren't planning to just break the entire door.
You know, it's not something I ever thought of doing before. But I also find that I'm prone to making all these exceptions for you, so maybe we should start looking for a good place to try that. I'm really curious to find out all that you can do without us getting caught.
I don't mind any biting, just make sure you do so on my right shoulder. I'll miss your little sighs and moans though. Or the way you scream my name when you come.
I can be very silent if needed. But I'm definitely leaving marks on you though.
I'm really glad you did, because I had wanted to kiss you the whole night when we first met, but I didn't know how to get to that without looking like a creep.
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