“Well then if that’s the case…Then I guess it won’t mean nothing if I do this-”
And it was then Tony turned completely and stepped in front of Natasha; with a quick and quiet movement to make an attempt to give the Agent’s wrist a small tug to pull her even closer. Had the agent allowed it; it would place them almost nose to nose. And there Tony would honestly be tempted to rub the tip of her nose with her own but suppressed it.
“Would it Agent?” And now her voice had lost it’s comical edge; replaced by a low yet still somehow playful tone.
Natasha said nothing, she could read Stark
better then anyone. The Russian allowed it
to happen, let the smart ass pull her closer.
So close their noses touched another, very
little distances between them. Why did she
allow this to happen? That had been the only
thought ringing in her head.
❝ Yeah, means nothing. ❞