textbooknarcissist:
“Probably,” Tony replied, shrugging one shoulder. “Just to bother you.” He watched her, kicking his shoes off in the sand. “Well, the sights are pretty nice from here. The way the sun is hitting the water is just perfect. Only problem is, you’re blocking the picturesque backdrop we’ve got going here.” Laughing, he moved quickly into the water, scooping her up in his arms and twirling in a quick circle. “Well, it looks a lot nicer now. Now we just have to figure out where to put you…” He grinned mischievously at her, although his grip on her stayed firm.
Natasha shrieked with laughter and wrapped her arms around his neck, her toes barely touching the water. “Where to put me? Haven’t you learned by now that I never stay in one place?” She laughed again and tightened her hold on him. Allowing her feet to dangle a moment, she set them in the water and leaned in close to him. “For the record, Stark, I’m the most picturesque thing you’ve ever seen.” Her face hovered inches in front of his for a brief moment before she pulled out of his grasp and began walking until the water reached her waist. Closing her eyes, she leaned back and submerged herself under water and stayed there for a moment before resurfacing. “Scared of a little water?” She asked, brushing the water from her eyes and looking over at him.
(Source: noirwidow)
textbooknarcissist:
“I recall beating you in our little contest. You didn’t like the seaweed between your toes.” He smiled and took her hand, lacing their fingers together. It felt natural, and not nearly as awkward as he had anticipated. Tony looked over at her for a few moments. Rolling his eyes, he pushed her playfully. “Shut up. I’m admiring the view.” He turned from her to look out at the water. “Kind of calming, isn’t it?” The beach was relatively empty, surprisingly, although Tony was certainly not going to complain about that. He liked having it almost to themselves. It reminded him vaguely of the last time they’d been there, just the two of them.
“You’re right, it is calming.” Natasha gave his hand a minor squeeze before letting go. “I don’t know, you think there’s anymore seaweed out there?” She threw her head back and laughed, walking closer to the water. Giving him a quick wink, she walked until the water was around her ankles. As she turned around to face him, she tilted her head to the side and pouted. “Are you going to join me or watch from there?” She held her arms out towards him and took a few steps backwards into the water.
(Source: noirwidow)
textbooknarcissist:
[Gets out of the car, nodding] You’re right. As I recall, it wasn’t too bad.
“I don’t recall that part,” Natasha teased as she slipped out of her shoes. Setting them in the sand, she slowly made her way across the sand and held out her hand to him. It was like a severe case of déjà vu being back here with him after so much time had passed. Natasha had almost suggested some place else because here held too many memories. Memories that she wasn’t quite ready to confront again. “You’re getting slow, old man. And you say that you’re really 20.” She laughed and dug her toes deeper into the cold warm sand.
(Source: noirwidow)
textbooknarcissist:
noirwidow:
[Makes a face at him] Shut up.
[Grins as he parks] We didn’t bring swimsuits.
[Shrugs, getting out the car] If I remember correctly, we didn’t have any the first time around.
textbooknarcissist:
noirwidow:
Anyway. Are we there yet? I’m getting old man fever in here.
Old man fever? I didn’t realize you were a man. Is there something you’re not telling me? [Raises an eyebrow] We’re almost there.
[Makes a face at him] Shut up.
textbooknarcissist:
noirwidow:
Oh right, you just look and feel 20. [Laughs] Excuse me.
[Makes a face at her] Exactly. There’s a distinct difference.
Anyway. Are we there yet? I’m getting old man fever in here.
textbooknarcissist:
noirwidow:
Just like you’re 20 years old?
Hey, I never said I was 20 years old.
Oh right, you just look and feel 20. [Laughs] Excuse me.
textbooknarcissist:
noirwidow:
[Takes his hand in hers, smiling] I’ll think about it.
Don’t think too hard. The smoke might impair my vision.
You aren’t funny, Starky.
