Natasha doesn't know what's changed, but suddenly Tony's tension level sky rockets. She can feel his muscles practically locking up underneath her hands. And she doesn't understand why. A moment ago, they were both perfectly at ease and then something changed and now Tony might as well be on the moon for how far from ease he is. The worst thing is that she can't figure out what she did wrong.
Her brow creases lightly in question for about half a second, before she catches herself at it and it smooths out again. She can't quite hide the flicker of sudden and unexpected hurt in her eyes though, or how the tension from earlier and then some snaps back into her.
"I don't know about that," she says with a one-shouldered shrug, her tone as easy as Tony's. Spy, remember? She can lie with the best of them. Like it's nothing, she untangles her hand from under his and pulls it away as she lets her other hand drop from his hip. She shoves her hands into the pockets of her jeans, curling them up tightly. "You never know what they're going to do with you while you're out."
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Date: 2012-06-18 03:00 am (UTC)Her brow creases lightly in question for about half a second, before she catches herself at it and it smooths out again. She can't quite hide the flicker of sudden and unexpected hurt in her eyes though, or how the tension from earlier and then some snaps back into her.
"I don't know about that," she says with a one-shouldered shrug, her tone as easy as Tony's. Spy, remember? She can lie with the best of them. Like it's nothing, she untangles her hand from under his and pulls it away as she lets her other hand drop from his hip. She shoves her hands into the pockets of her jeans, curling them up tightly. "You never know what they're going to do with you while you're out."