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Maybe? Although, it might be too cold for that tonight.

[He doesn't want her to get a cold, even if all of him wants to suggest that he'll happily keep her warm.

That next text is sure to make him smile:]

You're thinking about a Tony-approved secondary party? Should I swipe a bottle before going up?

[He doesn't wait for her answer, and picks a bottle of bubbles (champagne, he thinks?), but no glasses. They can drink directly from the bottle, right?

He turns around when he hears her coming up and his lips curl upward at the sight of her, his stomach tightening slightly when he notices the red heels and white stockings.
He walks closer to Nat before putting the case down, offering her the bottle of champagne first. The view from the roof of the Avengers Tower might be one of the best in New York City, but James only has eyes for her:]

Breathtaking, as always. Merry Christmas Natasha.

Guess we'll find out.
Well, I was thinking more silent approval. But you should absolutely swipe a bottle.

[She's not actually going to tell Tony what she's doing. But he'll figure it out, one way or another. Even when he's drinking he still keeps one eye on his security systems.

The little smirk turns into a smile as he approaches, and she takes the bottle. Her eyes stay focused on him as she answers.]

Pretty good view from here too. Merry Christmas.

[It's a nice moment. She's glad they stumbled upon the idea to meet up on the roof. She hands him over the wrapped package she's holding. It contains an EMP device - and a receiver he can wear, so he can disrupt any electronic devices around him but not mess with his arm.] I'll open the champagne if you want to open that.

[It's a good thing that the cold December air has already colored his cheeks, hiding the soft blush that her words implied meaning. It's not that he doesn't know he's pleasing to eyes, he's rational enough to admit that, but James doesn't think he'll ever get used to hear about it.]

Sure, [he says as he exchanges the champagne for her gift, opening it carefully while she works on the bottle. He smiles a bit more widely when he figures out what her gift is: he might now be from the 40s, he still tries to keep up with technology, especially when it comes to weapons. And HYDRA had always made sure that his skills matched the advancement in weaponry anyway.]

Thank you Nat. Now I can bring everyone else to my technological level, [he jokes lightly, though his tone is grateful. This he can certainly use in fight one day.

He careful puts the EMP device and picks up the case he brought with him, offering it to her once she's opened the champagne bottle. The only wrapping on it is a red bow, but inside the case is what he promised: a brand new rocket launcher. Except that instead of being painted army green, its entirely repainted back, with subtle accents of red. With it comes a few different launching heads, giving many options should Nat ever needed it.]

It's not Soviet-made, though. I wasn't sure you'd want something from Russia. And I definitely did not want to shake old contacts for it. Hope that's okay.

[Natasha half turns as she carefully works the cork off of the champagne, holding the bottle at an angle and moving slowly so it pops off easily into her hand. She takes a sip of the bubbly liquid and says a silent thanks to whoever ordered the alcohol for the night - it's really good.]

You've come a long way from your flip phone. [She tucks the cork into the pocket of her coat and smiles at him. It's obvious that he likes it. And she appreciates a good self-deprecating joke.

The bottle is handed off to him as she accepts the case and props it up on the table that's been left out up here. Even though she knows what he got her, there's still a look of pleasant surprise on her face as she pulls the lid up to look inside. Between the paint job and the custom heads, it's obvious that he put some thought into this. Is it weird that she finds that charming?

She looks over at him with a fond expression as she closes the lid and takes the bow off the top.] It's perfect. Did you paint it yourself? [She knows he didn't, but it shows that she recognizes the effort that went into procuring it. Moving back over to him, she sticks the bow to his chest as she leans in and presses a kiss on his cheek.] Thank you.

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