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[ There's a slight something in the back of his mind, something hitching. His pupils dilate for a second or two before it passes. (Conditioning vs Lucidity.)] Never. Do you, Black Widow?

[ She snorts, and fixes him with an enigmatic look. ] To disobey orders is suicide, comrade Winter Soldier.

The right answer. What intel have you gathered so far? [ That hitch, while ever so small, as unlodged something in the back of his mind. Slowly, very very slowly... ]

[ Which is what she's hoping for. She turns to the side slightly, gazing out at the city in front of them. ] Whatever is keeping us here is not contained within the island itself. It is located off shore, but any attempts to trace it are futile. And probing too much begets the wrath of those who are keeping us here.

What sort of wrath? Imprisonment? Execution? Torture? [ He says this with no trace of emotion, like one would give a grocery list. ]

It was nothing I could not handle. [ She gives him a sly grin, stepping back towards him, close, but not touching.

Not yet. ] Do you worry?

[ His pupils dilate again. He should step back or push her away, she was his pupil and did not regard him this... casually. But he doesn't. Because it... feels familiar. Somehow.

So he ignores it. ] I do not worry, but especially not for you. You have always been the best. [ His arm - the flesh one - twitches slightly. Like it wants to do something. ]

[ Her pout is pretty, and completely fake, lasting only a few seconds before she turns away, glancing at him over her shoulder through her eyelashes. ] I was trained by the best.

[ He sees that, knows it's fake, because who else would have taught her how to do that? He huffs just slightly, barely noticeable, and his arm twitches again. ] You were.

[ As he speaks, something... loosens in the back of his mind and his arm raises up. His fingers gently find themselves brushing through her hair. He doesn't know why and he can't bring himself to stop. ]

[ Her reaction of surprise is genuine, and she turns to look at him, eyes wide. ] So you do remember.

[ And his eyes do widen at that, his pupils fully blown in that instance as her words finally open up those locked memories in his mind. Of her. How the last time, before he was put under they...

His hand moves to cup her cheek. ] I'm supposed to not.

[ And her voice is quiet as she speaks, closing her eyes, raising her own hand to place it over his. ] I know. And if they knew you did, they would take you from me again.

[ He fully closes the distance between them, his face closer to hers. ] It's the one thing I'll gladly disobey. My one allowance. [ He brushes his thumb against her cheek. ] Natalia.

And I as well. Comrade. [ And she closes that distance, pressing her lips to his. ]

[ He kisses back softly, his other arm slinking around her waist. As always with Natalia, the cold in his chest started to warm ever so slightly.

But he couldn't let this distract him. They still had a mission. ]

[ She places a hand on his chest, giving him the tiniest of smiles. ] There will be time for that later, yes? Come. I will take you to the safe house.

Of course. [ He gives the smallest of smiles in return, placing his hand over hers. ] Lead the way, solnyshko.

[ And that? Makes her heart stop, but she's good at hiding it, dropping her hand and starting off towards a set of abandoned apartment buildings she'd found a while ago on one of her nightly runs. ] What else do you remember?

[ He rubs at a temple. ] I'm certain that was the only thing they made me forget. I recall our missions together as well as my own.

[ And she can't help the small tinge of sadness in her response. At least, supposedly, she can't help it. ] I see.

[ He knows it's dangerous to even think this, but he can't stop himself from asking. ] Is there something I should be aware of?

[ She pauses, pretending to think it over, pretending to have an internal debate about how wise it would be to say something. But she's already made that choice, and after a quick glance around, she grabs him by the (human) wrist, and drags him into a nearby ally, checking to make sure they're alone. Her voice is hushed, hurried-- as though she's afraid someone might hear. ] I danced. As a snowflake. I wasn't good enough to be the Sugar Plum Fairy.

You... [ His eyes are wide in slight confusion. What was she, Natalia didn't she...

His brain nearly twists, he feels some sort of burst behind his eyes and he remembers. ] You did.

[ And he smiles slightly, equally hushed. He reaches up to cup her cheek again. ] You always make me proud, Natik.

[ And her smile is real and all Natasha, wide and bright. ] Thank you, teacher.

[ And his smile gets wider and he leans in, unable to stop himself from kissing her. ] I'm glad it was you I first saw here.

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