It must have been the mistletoe

[ersatzdivinity]

Kissing. Being kissed. Tis the season.

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Natasha Romanoff | MCU

[tothefly]

[mistletoe standoff, mistletoe avoidance, mistletoe chicken, maybe even some genuine interest.]

[commutation]

I hope you're not too attached to that bracelet.

[ Or the necklace she's wearing. Solo has two glasses of champagne, naturally, plucked off a passing waiter the moment he came into her periphery. His suit is a careful fit for the crowd, the breast pocket hides the weapon. ]

Business, or pleasure?

[enshields]

You know.

[Steve is handing her a glass of champagne, from respectfully outside her personal space.]

They used to represent peace. To the Romans.

[A nod to the mistletoe. Steve's not anywhere near naive enough to plant himself under it, but a friendly conversation never went amiss.]

[tothefly]

[The champagne is accepted with a small smile, an eyebrow quirking faintly upward at the choice of conversational starters. It's true, of course, but one might think Steve wouldn't even want to broach the topic, considering their company here.]

Mhmm. And fertility to the Greeks. I'm surprised you haven't been cornered yet.

[enshields]

Who says I haven't been?

[That's dryly said. Steve never took SERE - the modern iteration of the program, at least - but he learned his survival, evasion, resistance and escape in older times, and most of those tactics work on the battlefield as well as the ballroom floor.]

I've been keeping my distance.

[tothefly]

Smart man. Be smarter to not draw attention to it, though.

[Especially in front of someone who's perhaps a touch bored, here, despite the welcome respite from the interesting times they're living in lately.]

You know, tempting fate and all.

[enshields]

[That gets a laugh. Somehow, he's not sure Natasha is the sort of person who believes in fate.]

Practically my middle name. Tempting fate. The hell Buck gave me every time he heard I was jumping out of a plane without a parachute.

[tothefly]

He's not wrong. You know, it's hell on your knees, especially at your age.

[Now it's her turn to smile, the kind that warms her eyes just a touch. Not all of them make it that far. More often than not, they don't even fully touch her lips. But teasing Steve Rogers, well. A girl's gotta get her kicks somewhere, right?]

[enshields]

[He rolls his eyes rather pointedly, ha, ha, he's almost a hundred, what a real side-splitter. You're hilarious, Nat.]

I'll pick up some shark cartilage later. Isn't that supposed to be good for the joints?

[... he watches a lot of infomercials. This is what happens when you don't need much sleep.]