Still setting up at shadow_games and Mun just read Avengers Prelude: Black Widow Strikes

[fromrussia_withlove]

Are you happy? Because I'm not. That is an awful name. Why would you even? And also no. We do not have "common ground". What you do here and what I do are too totally different things. Detailed backgrounds for my covers are...necessary. What does it matter that I know what Natalie's favorite color is? Or that when she was five she found this kitten under a bush and-

Shut it.

And stop grinning at me like that. I am so not having any of that from you.

I am not pouting. Master Assassins do not pout. Don't you have some kind of application you need to be writing? Or maybe some cooking to do? It is Christmas Eve. "Yules Eve" as you like to call it. Go bake some cookies and leave me alone for a while.

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[compromisedarrow]

[Totally not hiding a smirk, here, nope.]

Problems, Tasha?

[fromrussia_withlove]

Just. Don't. Even. [In addition to not pouting, she is also not sulking.]

[compromisedarrow]

I'm not. [He is.] So, what's got your web all knotted?

[fromrussia_withlove]

These comic books they sell. You know they actually publicize our thoughts? [She really hates that anyone has that much information about her available so readily]

[compromisedarrow]

I know. I'm just glad that there's still not that much on me yet.

Believe me, mine's worse. I have to put up with this headcanon stuff.

[fromrussia_withlove]

I think I've heard of that. Sounds horrible.

[compromisedarrow]

It's mostly annoying things. My mundane doesn't speculate on my history and stuff until he's had confirmation.

You know that he thinks I snore? [Someone sounds slightly insulted.]

[fromrussia_withlove]

[She doesn't seem too shocked] It's pretty common. Do you have sinus issues? [was that a joke?]

[compromisedarrow]

[Et tu, Natasha?] No-one's complained about it before.

[That may be due to the 'master assassin' bit in his job description, though.]

[fromrussia_withlove]

[she raises a brow in devilish curiosity] And how many people have had the opportunity to hear you while you're sleeping?

[compromisedarrow]

...

[He actually has to think about this...]

About ten. Maybe.

[fromrussia_withlove]

[she pretends to be scandalized] That many hm?

[compromisedarrow]

[You're pretty vulunerable when you're asleep, y'know.]

I don't like sharing rooms, okay?

[fromrussia_withlove]

hm. Well maybe some interrogations are in order to find out if in fact you do snore. I'll need names and addresses of every person who's ever slept with you.

[compromisedarrow]

It's not that important, you know.

[fromrussia_withlove]

[She becomes quite still] Yes. I guess you're right.

[compromisedarrow]

[Okay, eyeing her.]

What?

[fromrussia_withlove]

What? [It's not like she's going to go digging into personal files and background or anything. Determination what?]

[compromisedarrow]

[Watching... Eyes narrowing.]

You go into my personal files and you'll have an arrow in your ass faster than you can blink.

[fromrussia_withlove]

[There's just a moment longer of consideration before she gives up and exhales] fine. The snoring mystery will go unsolved....for now.

[compromisedarrow]

What is your fixation with this? You're worse than my mun.

[fromrussia_withlove]

I like mysteries.

[compromisedarrow]

It's not exactly a mystery. Unless it's your thing, and you want to make sure.

[fromrussia_withlove]

No no I'm fine. I'll leave it be okay?

[compromisedarrow]

Good.

['cause he'll be watching you, Romanoff.]