if you don't see the signs, wait for it ;

[oneeyedeagle]

WHO: Natalia and Nicholas
WHAT: A bromantic dinner
WHERE: Le Bernardin restaurant, Manhattan
WHEN: Exactly one week after the end of the bad future plot, at 8 pm.
WARNINGS: None I can think of.
SUMMARY: God knows why, but Nick decided to make it up to Natasha that he got himself killed in the Time Warp.

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[deadlieststing]

[ natasha has been alive long enough to know a peace offering when she sees one. it isn't even that she is angy about it. nick does what he has to do, and the risks involved in that are understandable. however, he kept her out. he kept her in the dark and he took the risk without her. it was irritating. it had caught her off-guard with little to no time to manuever. she had been caught unawares and she'd hated that.

if it was never repeated, natasha woudl be a happy woman.

she settled into the chair across from him. there was a handgun in her clutch, as usual, but that is neither here nor there. ]

Hello, Nick.

[oneeyedeagle]

[Rather than watch her walk in and stalk towards him, Nick entertained himself by watching the number of men's heads that turned as she went - evidently, this restaurant on this evening had very few men whom were either entirely dedicated to their wives, playing for the other team, or simply dead.

Every guy within ten feet of his and Natasha's table gave Nick the cut-eye on cue as she sat down. He felt no desire to smirk back at them, or to look at Natasha anywhere but her face. He read murder in her eyes that he actually felt a little too damn proud of.]

'Evening.

[deadlieststing]

[ a slight smile curved her lips as she sat down. natasha knew the impact she had a room. she also knew that nick enjoyed that. it was amusing, even now, even here.

she didn't speak first, just settled herself in her chair, clutch on the table, shrug drap over the back of the chair, waiting for him to speak. ]

[oneeyedeagle]

[Ah, of course. It didn't surprise him she was playing a little, waiting for him to speak. In all fairness, he was willing to give her the opportunity to jump in first with a snide remark, but apparently the floor was his.

Nick nodded curtly at the stiff man who came by the table with a bottle of wine. He poured generously into both their glasses, relishing smugly in the silence for a moment.]

Y'know, that cropped shorter hair ya had during that...thing looked silly on you.