*He gives a heavy shrug of his shoulders, pizza slice flopping around in his organic hand.* So I've~ @AlluringSass Natalia Romanova Captain Steve Rogers

~been told, anyway. @AlluringSass Natalia Romanova Captain Steve Rogers

Shut up, punk. *He smirks, taking a swig of his beer and letting his knee fall against Natalia Romanova's, leaning~ Captain Steve Rogers @AlluringSass

~in to whisper against her ear.* I'll deal with you later. Natalia Romanova Captain Steve Rogers @AlluringSass

*He'd blush if he were a modest man, but instead his tongue darts out to wet his lips,~ @AlluringSass Captain Steve Rogers Natalia Romanova

~knee bouncing under the table.* Pizza was an excellent choice, ladies.~ @AlluringSass Captain Steve Rogers Natalia Romanova

~*Pizza. Yes, his only distraction. Smooth. Very smooth.* @AlluringSass Natalia Romanova Captain Steve Rogers

Am I supposed post something embarrassing? —Peggy

I wonder if he'll even notice... —Peggy

Likely not. He's pretty oblivious. —Peggy

I am /not/ oblivious. I'm a spy, god damn it.

(Brushes dust off this account.)

Well, look who it is. *James smirked as he opened the door, gesturing for @AlluringSass to come inside.*

My favorite. *He takes the bottle from her hands and strolls inside, procuring two glasses from a cabinet.* @AlluringSass

*He thinks in silence as he carefully refills both glasses, handing @AlluringSass' back to her.* I don't think so.

Why do you even know that song, Nat, that's the real question.

Hope Steve took notes.

Look on the bright side, you look like the furthest thing from a wet rat.

Oh, you try and see just how far you get, Natalia Romanova . As for you, @AlluringSass , it's easier to swear on a neutral party.