The moment Han walks back into the safe house he's being pulled rather intensely into a tight hug from Natasha. The spy grinning at him with fierce pride and affection even though she knows not to get too close in this body.
"You're good, cowboy." It's a quiet murmur and a promise for later. It will have to do for now as she's stripping off her shirt, unbuckling her belt and disappearing into a side room to put back on her full suit and accessories. Fixing her hair just so. Hiding away a few knives knowing full and well the gun she carries on her is going to be found and confiscated.
As a criminal she frankly ought to be expected to be carrying a piece and will dutifully bring something that she won't miss if she has to leave it in a hasty escape. Besides. Han's going to get her actual guns. He may prefer his blaster but if he has to come in after her no matter how unlikely that is, she'd prefer he have her things on him.
Han will have to occupy himself for a while but when Natasha comes back out into the central room of the safehouse it's dressed to the nines and looking even sharper than she had aboard his ship all those hours ago. A predator waiting to strike. It only takes a moment to make sure their equipment is operational before Natasha calls herself a cab and leaves the safehouse alone. He can hear everything at least but he'll have to get moving if he wants to see her.
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on 2017-12-09 06:35 pm (UTC)"You're good, cowboy." It's a quiet murmur and a promise for later. It will have to do for now as she's stripping off her shirt, unbuckling her belt and disappearing into a side room to put back on her full suit and accessories. Fixing her hair just so. Hiding away a few knives knowing full and well the gun she carries on her is going to be found and confiscated.
As a criminal she frankly ought to be expected to be carrying a piece and will dutifully bring something that she won't miss if she has to leave it in a hasty escape. Besides. Han's going to get her actual guns. He may prefer his blaster but if he has to come in after her no matter how unlikely that is, she'd prefer he have her things on him.
Han will have to occupy himself for a while but when Natasha comes back out into the central room of the safehouse it's dressed to the nines and looking even sharper than she had aboard his ship all those hours ago. A predator waiting to strike. It only takes a moment to make sure their equipment is operational before Natasha calls herself a cab and leaves the safehouse alone. He can hear everything at least but he'll have to get moving if he wants to see her.