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[dutycalled]

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[It's taken a while—turns out saving the world doesn't end at the world-saving part—but finally there's a free night and Carol leans into Natasha's doorway. The uniform tonight is comfortable jeans and t-shirts, hair pulled back into a ponytail, her beloved leather jacket already on.]

How's your singing voice feeling, Agent Romanoff?

[spyderbite]

[ Typically, Natasha feels the same way before a date as she does before a fight: there's a slight readiness in her step, an ever-present buzz of anticipatory excitement humming away in the background and of course, there's that sudden lift when it's officially go-time. When the doorbell rings, she feels that lift.

For tonight, Natasha has tried to go fairly casual; a button-up purple shirt and some particularly clingy dark jeans. When she answers the door, her small smile instantly widening to a grin. Carol really is beautiful, and Natasha's voice is heavy with flirtation from the first word. ]

I guess we'll find out, won't we?

[ Natasha reaches out and boldly hooks her finger into Carol's belt, tugging her forward into the apartment. ]

C'mon in. We'll pre-game before the Uber gets here.

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[Carol lets herself be pulled, leaning back a little to admire the shirt and jeans combo. A woman like Natasha knows how to be comfortable in anything, but Carol's willing to guess that this is something she likes.

Her grin is contagious and Carol grins back.]

Yeah? You got some beers stashed away in here?

[spyderbite]

I got a little something to get us started.

[ Natasha leads Carol on into her kitchen, grabbing two beers out of the fridge. She hands one to Carol and leans against the counter, twisting her cap off while discreetly (but not too discreetly) admiring the other woman. ]

Does alcohol affect you much? Because Thor can put away cases without really feeling anything, and you're the only one around who isn't big and green capable of kicking Hammer Time's ass.

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[Carol twists the cap off her own bottle and sets it down before taking a long pull, fully aware of the assessment and not minding it one bit.]

Sure it does. It took a while to find out, though. Kree don't unbend much. They could if they wanted to, but they don't want to.

[spyderbite]

[ Natasha tilts her head at Carol, her grin having relaxed into an easy smile. ]

Hm. Sounds like a bad time with bad people.

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I've had better times with better people. Now that I remember them, I had a lot of better times with better people. Including karaoke.

[She pokes Natasha gently in the shoulder.]

Which you're not getting out of, by the way. If you're trying to distract me, it won't work.

[spyderbite]

[ Natasha laughs a little as Carol pokes her, taking a short swig of her beer. Her open grin then melts into a suspiciously sultry smirk, and she pushes herself away from the counter towards Carol. ]

I don't know. I can be...pretty distracting when I want to be.