Level 7 doesn't mean 'boob access'.

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To say Steve and Tasha had had a stressful couple of weeks would have been like calling the Statue of Liberty a lawn ornament.  She was exhausted and cranky, he was back to being Captain Depressed and Self-Loathing and they both...hell who knew what was up with them.

Somehow (actually it wasn't that hard) Tasha talked Fury into a whole week off. She ( Read more... )

Continued from here.

Because sex on the table in a diner is so unladylike.

Natasha had always been the kind of girl who was bothered by little things that wouldn't upset a normal person. One of those things, however trivial it may have seems, was the fact Captain America had slept through Star Wars coming out. It bothered her, she wasn't sure why.

Then again, when it came to Steve, Tasha wasn't sure about a lot of things ( Read more... )

She couldn't help wondering how much more blood a living person could lose before they weren't so living anymore. She'd been though this before so many times she'd lost count. No, that was a lie she never forgot when someone died on her watch. She got on with her life and eventually they faded away. The job always came first. Always.

This was ( Read more... )