#interactions ft. natasha & shieldretired.

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' Heya, slugger. ' As Steve emerges from the water, Natasha greets him with a grin and a sip from her apple and blackcurrant juice packet. She watches as he takes in her presence, knowing from experience that her subtle yet sudden entrances tend to catch people off guard. She finds it amusing - half the fun is seeing their reactions. Steve, in particular, looks adorable when he's confused.

' Looks like you've got yourself a little fan club, ' she says, nodding towards a group of middle-aged women gathering for their aqua-aerobics class. ' What do you think would burst their bubble more ? That you're gay or several decades too old for them ? Or is too young ?? ' She sips more from her juice contemplatively.

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🕷 Natasha tsks as water lands on her left leg, twisting around to keep Steve in her gaze. ‘ You never know. People love what they can’t have. ’ Between her and Steve, they seem to have racked up quite the audience — and it was only 10AM on a Thursday. Natasha can pretend to ignore the onlookers, but she can’t actually switch off the part of her brain that is keeping a track of her surroundings to almost 360 degrees. 

‘ Steve. Come on. You do that on your own. ’ She keeps her poker face around the straw as she takes another sip. ‘ No. I was in town. You don’t actually tell me how you’re doing between the memes and the photos of Cookie. Now go get cleaned up. We’re doing brunch. I’ll meet you out front. If you say please, I’ll drop a couple of nice words about you to the footballers doing their ice baths on my way out. ’

                                 STEVE IS MILDLY SURPRISED. Mainly because he got used to Natasha apparating out of nowhere like a creepy witch from Harry Potter during the last years. (Though he still jerks back a little, flabbergasted.) He pulls his diving goggles off, smooths his hair back, rubs water off his face, and then squints to where she's sipping her juice box, absolutely unbothered by anything and anyone (a lot of guys are openly staring at her). "Nat," Steve greets her, then follows her nod and watches a group of maybe 12 women gather near the ladder to the pool, which is his cue that he needs to get out. 

                           "I think the whole gay part would be more of an obstacle than the age difference," he muses after pushing himself out of the water, dripping wet and accidentally splashing Natasha a little. He grabs his towel and dries off his face and head, ending up with his hair standing up in every direction. "To what do I owe this pleasure of seeing you this early on a regular Thursday?" It's just a little before 10 (though Steve has been up for 4 hours already). "Thinking about joining my gym and making me look bad in front of the hot guys?"