13403/While the Bucky Dances

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While the Bucky Dances
Date of Scene: 30 May 2021
Location: Tony's Party
Synopsis: Natasha and Alex talk after the Stark party.
Cast of Characters: Black Widow (Romanoff), Phobos




Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
The party was still going although it was starting to wind down a little. Well, as much as these things seemed to wind down when Stark was involved. Even if he wasn't present, having left quite a bit earlier at a summons from JARVIS, the party continued to swirl.

Eventually many of her teammates had moved off to other social circles or left entirely. Leaving Natasha being the wallflower now. She'd found a seat off to the side away from most of the buzz. But she was becoming concerned. She had a date when she showed up to this thing. SHe hadn't seen him since she sent him off to get drinks for them.

Phobos has posed:
    It had been a bit of time, not toooo overly long, perhaps a half hour all told with some of that time spent trying to find the diminutive redhead in the crowd of people, some of which were very tall. It became something of a social contest in some ways as Tony's close circle of friends tended to be rather rich individuals, as well as rather beautiful individuals, both of which at times want to know about each new inductee into that circle. For it is always good to find out about marriageable prospects at the party of a billionaire.
    Which, to be fair, had Alexander Aaron doing something of an obstacle course specializing in dodging as he evaded the occasional young woman who likely if she could would have run a background check on him and delved into his credit score. Not even to mention occasional widow of some means who might be inclined to find a young paramour.
    Luckily, Alexander was adept at eventual evasion, though it did take him a bit of time. And once he got clear he had to find the famed Black Widow. Until eventually, a small flash of red, that beautiful black dress, it was all he needed to see her across the way and set off toward that wallflower's place of refuge. Once he drew close enough he smiled a little as he held up the two flutes of champagne. "Better late than never, huh?"

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"I was beginning to worry," Natasha said good naturedly as she stood back up from her seated position. To give him a fleeting kiss before accepting the champagne. A server had already run off with her empty glass but he would likely be able to taste the remnants of the beverage on her lips.

"My first concern was you got kidnapped. Or summoned. Again." Because both those things have happened. "Then I become more concerned one of these women of wealth had turned your head," she teased.

Phobos has posed:
    The blond young SHIELD agent smiles a little as he pulls up a seat a little more around to sit beside Natasha, his expression a warm and amused thing as he takes a sip of his champagne after that gentle kiss. He rests his leg against hers and leans a little to the side so their shoulders are touching in that casual way couples have of maintaining contact while out and about.
    Looking down then sidelong at her he grins and replies, "Well, I mean, I had a few good offers. But none of them could meet my price so I bailed. But the night is still young." His lips twist a little. "Though I think there are..."
    Alexander lifts his head to look over the room, "No small number of young women here who are trying to turn Mr. Stark's head."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"Tony's. Steve's. Thor's. It's a never ending parade," Natasha says with a soft laugh, relaxing comfortably back into her chair and leaning so that their shoulders touch. She balances the flute against her knee, legs crossed ad the ankles and tucked a little under the front of her chair in a very ladylike posture.

"Now you have me curious what your price would be," she teases as she glances over at him, obviously amused. "I'd hate to think I could actually be outbid here."

Phobos has posed:
    A small twist marks his features as she sees him, that way he has of trying to hide the smile and failing. To be fair she might well understand how he'd draw the occasional eye. He cleans up well with those shiny black leather shoes, the neatly pressed black pants, the tailored white shirt that holds to the strong lines of his athletic form. For once he didn't dress down to dissuade attention, instead perhaps trying to look good to be a decent counterpart for the woman he's fallen for.
    "To be fair," He sits up and leans to the side, resting an arm behind her shoulders and holding her close as he murmurs a little quieter so the words don't carry. "I don't think anyone can match what you have to offer, Ms. Romanoff."
    He gives her hand a small squeeze then looks across the room and asks, "I heard the toast, and I heard some people applauding and all. Did I miss all the fun?"

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"Not all of it. The party is still going on. Tony made an appearance then got called away for something. The others have sort of wandered off to their own corners. I think Steve left. Not really sure. I lost track and opted to remain stationary in the hopes you'd be able to locate me." Since that was a sound tactic for such things. Them bother wandering around, they could've circled each other for hours.

"You did miss Bucky drinking Asgardian liquor and learning the dangers of it."

Phobos has posed:
    A low chuckle is heard as he leans against her, "Did you get photographic evidence? I need to see that." But as he says that he looks across the room, at the people around, the sheer wealth on display as well as the... decadence of some of the party-goers. He draws his lower lip between his teeth and chews on it for a bit before he glances sidelong.
    "This is strange, I don't feel intimidated. But I get a distinct feeling of..." A small waggle of his head back and forth as he ponders the right phrasing. "Of otherness. Different than I get from most other normal people. This is like, I don't now how to quantify it. Like a flavor of insanity?" Which might be a curious thing to hear from him, knowing that he has a sort of feel for the fears and anxiety of humanity.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
Natasha glances over, not sure what he meant as her brow furrowed a bit. "I'm not sure what you mean by flavor of insanity?" She glances around at the party-goers.

Nothing really seems off to her. Then again, she's dealt with things like this for a long time. Even before she joined the Avengers, at times she was one to have brushed elbow with the upper crust of society.

She looked back over at him. "As for photographic evidence, I'm hoping. Tony mentioned JARVIS might have filmed the party."

Phobos has posed:
    A small shrug is given as he looks thoughtful, one hand lifting to push through his blond hair before he looks again at her with a smile. "I've been to places where old money has been, but this seems a little different in some ways. Or maybe I'm just not used to being around so much..."
    His pale hazel eyes drift across the room, falling upon faces that before he hadn't seen save perhaps in a movie or on television. His head cocks to the side, "Fame?" A crinkle of his nose is given.
    "How do you get used to it? You blend with it in some ways, but you still seem apart." He makes af face, "It's not important though, I'm just glad to be here with you. Even if you hang out with a weirdo Asgardian." His lips twist wry at the end of those words.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"He probably will feel the same way about you being Olympian," Natasha says with a laugh, shaking her head a bit.

She considers the room again, pondering what he had said. "At one time, I was the one throwing the parties. I used a title and was considered one of the idle rich. Just another of my covers." She glanced back over to him. "So maybe that is why. It took...time to get used to it. Now, it's just another day. Not my favorite place to be. I'm prefer the shadows to the limelight. But I can deal with it."

Phobos has posed:
    There's a chuckle heard from him at the likelihood of the Asgardian giving him a hard time for being... a /GREEK!/ and likely it might well be a point of contention. But Alexander's eyes twinkle as he looks back toward Natasha and murmurs, "Don't worry, I'm sure we'll somehow manage to get along."
    But then she offers that insight into her past, a titled noble, member of the same crowd they likely find themselves in now. He gives a small nod, "I've gone to places on behalf of my father. Since he has some places of prominence in like..." He lifts a hand and waves it a little, "Archaeology, Museums. I've been to a few openings, and it reminds me of this. But yah."
    He glances away and she can likely see that look in his eyes. That distanced look at his thoughts wander down a trail lost as he is at times when one thing begets another and begets another. And then he turns back and asks her another question that might seem rather non-sequitir.
    "What do you think we'll do when I leave... SHIELD." His gaze is still a little distant, but he meets her gaze. "I was thinking I could, I don't know, maybe become a dog-walker. I hear there's good money in that."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
There's no help for it. She has to laugh at the image of him going from the one to the other. "Dog walker. That's quite a step up. You sure you can handle that much of a challenge. Fighting bad guys is much easier than dealing with some of those canines, I imagine." She's only half teasing. She can't imagine it is really as easy of a job as it sounds.

She takes a sip of her champagne before she continues, brow tightening a bit. "I imagine we will continue as we are though. Together. It's you that I'm attracted to, not your Level 1 clearance. Unless you were just after me for my Level 7," she adds with a chuckle. "I'd say you could do whatever you want though." Which makes her wonder what she would do. When that day comes.

Phobos has posed:
    At first he's laughing quietly at the dog walker being a step up and shooting her a rueful glower that's mostly feigned. Mostly. But it's when she gives him even more of a hard time about being a level one that has him laughing a little louder as he shakes his head and then casually pushes his shoulder against hers in that classic way of admonishment when a boy and a girl are chatting.
    "Keep it up, Romanoff. I'll go ask Mrs. Radowicz to dance, and she's worth like, ninety bajillions." Which is totally a real number.
    But he looks at her and nods, "I was just thinking though, about how things are, and how it doesn't make some beings happy that I'm doing this whole thing." He crinkles his nose. "Even though it's none of their business, I could see some of them interpreting it as... I dunno, insulting or beneath us. Thus the dogwalking gig."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"If you mean your family, they aren't exactly people that you should be worried about accepting," Natasha says, assuming that's who he is referring to. Since she can't think of anyone else that had a problem with him and what he was doing. "So you want to come up with a job that you think they would find offensive to send a message to them?"

Natsaha takes a sip of her drink and shakes her head. "I want you to do what you want with your life. Not do it as some sort of example to them. Or am I misinterpreting?"

Phobos has posed:
    "Nah, I'm just thinking of it causing grief down the line." Alexander says while he looks around the room, then he pushes himself to his feet as he takes the last sip of his champagne and sets the flute down on a nearby table. He rises smoothly and takes a step back, far enough to extend his hand toward her.
    "C'mon." He starts off in his normal tone of voice, then his smile spreads and he shifts his tone to a more formal manner, "If you would be so kind as to join me for this dance, Ms. Romanoff?"
    As he says that he glances over his shoulder toward the dance floor, and to be fair it has been an eclectic mix of music over the night, the current song a bit easy going and more suited for the late hours of the evening when the party is dying down.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
That earned a smile as she set her flute down. Natasha took his offered hand, unfolding her legs and placing them properly so she could stand easily. "I would love to, Mr. Alexander," she replied with equal formality.

Then she turned toward the floor, walking that way as her arm extended until he fell into step with her.