"Nervous, no. But when you only get one shot, you need it to be as close to perfect as you can get."
She watches the way he approaches. The slink to his step. So much different than her own. Where she sways he stalks. She hadn't expected to see him actually get into it considering her body being the way it was. It's a good look on him. One that makes her own pulse quicken. Focus, Natasha.
Deep breath. And out. You good? Damn right you're good. You're the best at what you do.
"Alright." She sets the glass back down and walks back to the doorway. Think like Han. Think like Tony. Never ever let Tony Stark know he's helped you do your job unintentionally.
"Because while I know I can talk the talk--" Natasha lets one hand stay in the pocket of her slacks this time as she circles round the table again, gesturing with the other. "I have to be able to walk the walk. Sell it."
She picks the glass up again and takes a sip from it before finally removing her hand and gesturing with that one while her right holds onto the drink.
"Own it." He's watching so closely now. She finds her own eyes meeting his more than she means to. Back off the looks, he knows you're talking to him. Someone of this stature doesn't care what another person thinks.
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on 2017-07-28 01:08 am (UTC)She watches the way he approaches. The slink to his step. So much different than her own. Where she sways he stalks. She hadn't expected to see him actually get into it considering her body being the way it was. It's a good look on him. One that makes her own pulse quicken. Focus, Natasha.
Deep breath. And out. You good? Damn right you're good. You're the best at what you do.
"Alright." She sets the glass back down and walks back to the doorway. Think like Han. Think like Tony. Never ever let Tony Stark know he's helped you do your job unintentionally.
"Because while I know I can talk the talk--" Natasha lets one hand stay in the pocket of her slacks this time as she circles round the table again, gesturing with the other. "I have to be able to walk the walk. Sell it."
She picks the glass up again and takes a sip from it before finally removing her hand and gesturing with that one while her right holds onto the drink.
"Own it." He's watching so closely now. She finds her own eyes meeting his more than she means to. Back off the looks, he knows you're talking to him. Someone of this stature doesn't care what another person thinks.