Even if I didn't know you, I wouldn't believe that for a second.
[ She turns around to look at the other driver, who looks absolutely enraged, and just shrugs at her. There's nothing she can do, not like she would if she could anyway. ]
You sure this spot is good enough? It seems a little tight, [ Darcy jokes. ]
How dare you, I'm a world class liar. [Her voice is all bone dry humor and she gives Darcy a quick, amused glance. Lying is like second nature to her, but that's not the frame of mind she's in tonight.
Apparently, the frame of mind she's in involves fucking with angry drivers.
She can't help but laugh at Darcy's comment.] Shit, you're right. Better start again to make sure I back in right.
[ Natasha is the Black Widow, so it doesn't need to be said that she's a good driver. She could probably manage to squeeze a vehicle twice this big into this spot. This is all purely to annoy the guy behind them, and Darcy would pay good money to see the look on the guy's face when he sees who he's angry at. ]
Gotta be careful not to scratch anything, right?
[ It would be a shame, really, scratching the car. ]
[Her voice fades into a chuckle at the end. She's moving the car at a glacial pace. Continents drift faster than the time its taking her to navigate the wheel around the turn. The driver behind her is going to explode.
And then, once she has the car at the most inconvenient angle, she rolls down the window and sticks her arm out to gesture for the impatient driver to pass.
[ While the window is open, Darcy keeps her expression cool and innocent, like the two of them are definitely not up to no good. As soon as the guy manoeuvres around them, blaring on the horn as he does so, she bursts out laughing. ]
Okay, that was amazing. We should both choose violence more often.
[ Darcy doesn't have fun like this that often anymore, not with all the extra hours she puts in at the lab. That's why she'd been on Tinder in the first place. Needless to say, she's having a ton of fun. ]
[Once the other car has almost literally screamed around them, she gives the wheel a quick turn and backs easily into the space. A smirk is lingering on her lips as she looks over at Darcy.]
Why do I feel like that's going to end in us getting in a bar fight?
Which makes a lot of difference in a bar fight. As long as the Russian mob isn't involved.
[Oh yeah, there's a story there. She climbs out of the driver's seat and follows Darcy into the building. She elaborates as they make their way through the lobby.]
Got recognized while I was meeting with an asset in Belarus. They all kept breaking bottles to threaten us with. It got...comical.
Super sorry, but life is lifing hard for me right now. Are you cool if we suspend this and our other threads? I can hit you up when things settle down a bit :)
Hey there! Sorry that life is lifing, I absolutely know how that goes. We can absolutely suspend our threads! I love writing with you so please feel free to hit me up from any ole angle once you're back in the saddle. <3
I'm so glad to hear that you like writing with me! I like writing with you as well. All I've managed to keep up with is texting threads lately though, so even though these are shorter tags mostly, it's still been difficult. Apologies again, but hopefully once things calm down a bit, I can pop back in.
I definitely know how that goes! Take your time and I hope life chills out for you. You know where to find me when the mood strikes you to dive back in again!
Well, thankfully all the bar fights I've witnessed have been Russian Mob free, [ Darcy laughs. Honestly, that does sound comical. ] Did it work?
[ Darcy leads Natasha through the hall to her little place. She'd bought it with the help of her parents and the nice Stark money. It was just a little studio with a half wall build to give the bedroom a tiny bit of privacy, but she absolutely loves it. ]
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[ She turns around to look at the other driver, who looks absolutely enraged, and just shrugs at her. There's nothing she can do, not like she would if she could anyway. ]
You sure this spot is good enough? It seems a little tight, [ Darcy jokes. ]
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Apparently, the frame of mind she's in involves fucking with angry drivers.
She can't help but laugh at Darcy's comment.] Shit, you're right. Better start again to make sure I back in right.
[And she does exactly that.]
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Gotta be careful not to scratch anything, right?
[ It would be a shame, really, scratching the car. ]
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[Her voice fades into a chuckle at the end. She's moving the car at a glacial pace. Continents drift faster than the time its taking her to navigate the wheel around the turn. The driver behind her is going to explode.
And then, once she has the car at the most inconvenient angle, she rolls down the window and sticks her arm out to gesture for the impatient driver to pass.
Okay, maybe the amount of violence is equal.]
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Okay, that was amazing. We should both choose violence more often.
[ Darcy doesn't have fun like this that often anymore, not with all the extra hours she puts in at the lab. That's why she'd been on Tinder in the first place. Needless to say, she's having a ton of fun. ]
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Why do I feel like that's going to end in us getting in a bar fight?
[Which she's not technically opposed to.]
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Won't be the first, won't be the last. At least I'll have backup.
[ She gets out of the car and pulls her keys out, leading the way to her small apartment. ]
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[Oh yeah, there's a story there. She climbs out of the driver's seat and follows Darcy into the building. She elaborates as they make their way through the lobby.]
Got recognized while I was meeting with an asset in Belarus. They all kept breaking bottles to threaten us with. It got...comical.
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[ Darcy leads Natasha through the hall to her little place. She'd bought it with the help of her parents and the nice Stark money. It was just a little studio with a half wall build to give the bedroom a tiny bit of privacy, but she absolutely loves it. ]