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[ answer: hell yes. ]

I've been with him this whole time, how are you digging up dirt on him before me? - No, don't answer that. Hit me with it.

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The one he shares a building with? Smart. Very his type.

[ Clarifying: ]

You know. The architect?

Ariadne?

[ she seems like a cool chick.

wait.

waaait. ]

No way.

Rumor has it.

[ It's Natasha the rumor is Natasha. Single-handed gossip mill of the Drabwurld. ]

So now you know what I know.

[ natasha rumors are pretty legit. rumors. now sam just has to decide what to do with this power she's given him. ]

Y'know, we're on the way to her place right now. Should be there in a day or two.

[ plenty of time for harmless planning. not plotting. planning. ]

[ She laughs. It's more than just a huff of one, which is pretty telling. ]

You think he's ever played Seven Minutes in Heaven?

[ now that - that is a good sound. ]

I think they invented fun after the Great Depression. You suggesting we shove 'em in a closet?

[ Lightly: ]

I didn't say anything. You did.

[ Though her smile's still there in the sound of her voice. A beat, then it shifts pitch a little. ]

I'm going to guess you're adjusting over on your side of the fence?

[ he hums a little, noncommittal to bullying their friends and the idea of 'adjusting'. ]

I think I'd use the word "managing", but yeah. Can't say I'm too fond of the fence, though.

[ Semantics. Except for the part where Natasha understands that, too. ]

I thought you might.

[ Her voice sounds mild, but there's a hint of something a little more serious, that shifting in her pitch again: ]

Keep an eye on him for me. It'll be a while before I can hop over to say hi in person.

What, you're going adventuring without us? I thought we were a team.

[ this much, at least, he joke wholeheartedly. she was going her own way back home, sam's not all that surprised she's doing the same here. halfway to her own kingdom, right? ]

You already know I'm gonna be tailing his happy ass wherever he goes, so I won't try to bargain with you, but can you do one thing for us? I promise it's nothing outlandish like "take care of yourself" or anything.

[ Another laugh. It's quieter but it's still honest, like the amusement might reach her eyes and stay there if they were in person. Something that shutters through and falls over those boxed up selves. ]

I don't know if I could be that generous. Just for you, maybe.

[ keep it cool, wilson, don't cheese too hard or your face'll get stuck that way. ]

Well, just for me then. If you find yourself with a second to spare every now and then, drop us a line. Just so we know you're still around.

[ still alive, he means, but that doesn't really need spelled out. ]

[ A hum. Thoughtful, considering, and it stretches out for a moment or two. There's a little intake of breath like she might finally say something, and: ]

I'll try and find you at least thirty.

до свидания, Sam.

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[ spoiled rotten by natasha romanoff. this should be an internationally recognized award somewhere. ]

I know what that one means, but I'munna feign ignorance and pretend it's something bittersweet and moving.

[ teasing gently because - with them - it pretty much already is both of those things. ]

We'll see you soon, Natasha.