Tall, dark, interesting, just enough sarcasm to make me smile, a fun dancer, and yeah the pretty face and the muscles- especially those arms- don't hurt.
[There's a curl to her lips there, a pointed look at Rumlow's biceps, and if she was a little bit braver, not quite so new to this, her hand on his shoulder might have slid down to mark her point. As it is, she just smiles impishly with that look from under her eyelashes. But just saying those words out loud, to his face, is pretty brazen by her usual standards.
And she meant it, which was perhaps the most risky part of all. Even Natasha had tried to make her not care, to make her bitter and cold. Ava had a strength that wasn't so much about not breaking as it was about her experiences not making her cruel. She laughs a little when he makes the guinea pig comment, a teasing edge as she looks at him.]
Oh, I dunno. You're not a guinea pig. If I was going to compare you to an animal, I think it'd be more a badger.
[See? It's even a play on his name. Isn't she cute? For all the seriousness of the night in the blizzard, there is a lightness to her when she's comfortable around someone. But there's a quiet earnestness is the sentiment; guinea pigs are pets and lab rats, and he's better than that. Badgers are predators that prey on venomous snakes, and the name of a Soviet bomber that was in service for the better part of sixty years.
And then he follows her playfulness with a real, genuine sort of compliment, and she flushes, swallows as she looks up at him because that's the sort of thing no one's ever said to her. She might have been finishing, but she hadn't expected... that. She does do him the favor of not getting too affected on him, but his words matter, make her eyes glow a little. No one's ever called her beautiful, and very few people have even made her feel interesting outside of the power in her veins.]
I hoped you'd like the dress. [It's the first thing she can manage to say that doesn't feel like pushing too much, or giving away too much all at once. Her face feels hot, and she knows she's probably blushing, but she doesn't really care.]
Honestly, I get the feeling that most people don't give you enough of a chance. [And knowing about the Hydra piece of the story, she imagines that for Steve anyway that's probably his focus. But she thinks he's more than that, that he's not just Hydra- just like Natasha was more than just the Red Room.]
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[There's a curl to her lips there, a pointed look at Rumlow's biceps, and if she was a little bit braver, not quite so new to this, her hand on his shoulder might have slid down to mark her point. As it is, she just smiles impishly with that look from under her eyelashes. But just saying those words out loud, to his face, is pretty brazen by her usual standards.
And she meant it, which was perhaps the most risky part of all. Even Natasha had tried to make her not care, to make her bitter and cold. Ava had a strength that wasn't so much about not breaking as it was about her experiences not making her cruel. She laughs a little when he makes the guinea pig comment, a teasing edge as she looks at him.]
Oh, I dunno. You're not a guinea pig. If I was going to compare you to an animal, I think it'd be more a badger.
[See? It's even a play on his name. Isn't she cute? For all the seriousness of the night in the blizzard, there is a lightness to her when she's comfortable around someone. But there's a quiet earnestness is the sentiment; guinea pigs are pets and lab rats, and he's better than that. Badgers are predators that prey on venomous snakes, and the name of a Soviet bomber that was in service for the better part of sixty years.
And then he follows her playfulness with a real, genuine sort of compliment, and she flushes, swallows as she looks up at him because that's the sort of thing no one's ever said to her. She might have been finishing, but she hadn't expected... that. She does do him the favor of not getting too affected on him, but his words matter, make her eyes glow a little. No one's ever called her beautiful, and very few people have even made her feel interesting outside of the power in her veins.]
I hoped you'd like the dress. [It's the first thing she can manage to say that doesn't feel like pushing too much, or giving away too much all at once. Her face feels hot, and she knows she's probably blushing, but she doesn't really care.]
Honestly, I get the feeling that most people don't give you enough of a chance. [And knowing about the Hydra piece of the story, she imagines that for Steve anyway that's probably his focus. But she thinks he's more than that, that he's not just Hydra- just like Natasha was more than just the Red Room.]