Thread: Spider's Bite [SilverScar X translucentfeathers]

Natasha hummed, smiling slightly as Slade Wilson turned his attentions to her with a disarming smile and a sense of pride and confidence she remembered from their prioer encounter. It is nice to have an actual introduction this time, she said with a slow, dangerous smile as he took her hand. The compliment had her tilting her head a bit and arching an eyebrow as a stolen moment of genuine amusement flitted over her features while the irony of him showing such gentle affection to the very knuckles that she had tried to harm him with sank in. Quite the charm you have, she responded as that amusement threatened to tug her lips into a broader smile. Natasha watched this broad man as he straightened, the ease with which he had been able to become a part of this type of gathering spoke of. It said something of his skill and character that he could seamlessly mold himself between the extremes of the field and then daily interactions with the wine and dine crowd. There were many agents, mercenaries, men and women she had come across that could only do one or the other. Either posing with the money spenders and politicians, or dirtying their hands within the violence of missions and daily fights and struggles. Most of those within SHIELD had been able to adapt to both, even though some had their hang ups. It was somewhat refreshing to meet someone who seemed capable of dancing the fine line of both worlds. And I doubt they hold any ill will against you, you did after all leave behind a specific item they had been charged with guarding and were left to assume it was because I beat you in combat, she continued, this time the amusement wasn't so easily hidden as she shrugged a single shoulder. Though, the fact you were working for someone within SHIELD still remains a mystery to them. Though as far as their underestimation of your skills, don't allow it to dent that ego of yours-it is why they bring me around, to keep an eye on the ones who slip through the cracks and under their radar, she soothed before taking another sip of champagne for appearances. When he handed off his empty glass she followed suit, setting her own still full one in the waiter's tray before nodding at the man in front of her, turning and slipping off through the crowd and not waiting for him as she made her way to a balcony at the end of the hall, past a series of displays, guiding him away from the crowd and any chance at being over heard or intrusion. The cool night air sent a slight chill down her spine, but she relished it's bite to her skin as she made her way to the stone ledge that framed the balcony, eyes scanning the open and shadow covered spaces to ensure there was no threat or danger, regardless of the high levels of security that had been applied to this evenings event. Once certain of their seclusion, she leaned the curve of a hip against the cold stone, cool eyes glancing over at Slade with an arched eyebrow. I hope you were not coming here to acquire a new mask. I know I did a bit of a number to it that evening, she said casually, though the memory of the sheer rush of adrenaline and the thrill of their battle had brought a genuine grin to her features as she studied him in the dim light that flowed from the hall onto the darkened balcony they occupied. Would hate to have frightened you off from engaging in another at some point.