The problem with going undercover with Natasha Romanoff is that she's maybe the most beautiful woman he's ever seen in his life. Which in reality shouldn't be a problem at all, in fact somehow, after all of this mess of bullshit she's even ended up as his. How? He's still not sure but she assures him that he is exactly what she wants and how can a man argue with that?
The issue though, is that on this specific mission Natasha's cover is that of some wealthy heiress, three times removed from some small monarchy in Eastern Europe and desperately trying to make political connections. His own cover? Her body guard, which means he can't actually spend nearly enough time looking at her in the little green dress that makes him ache with anticipation.
No, he has to stay watching the rest of the party, a healthy distance away. Far enough to listen to her flirt with other men, rich men, much better men then him. He never thought himself a jealous man, but somehow it seems like that is exactly what is rearing it's ugly head as the night goes on. Their mark they've been tracking is due to speak here in another hour, fuck it.
He checks his phone, even though there's nothing there before pocketing it and heading over to Natasha.
"Madame, I'm so sorry, but I have an urgent message from your sister if you'll please follow me..." He tells her as he heads to a set of backdoors to an empty hallway he'd clocked when they cased the place earlier.
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The issue though, is that on this specific mission Natasha's cover is that of some wealthy heiress, three times removed from some small monarchy in Eastern Europe and desperately trying to make political connections. His own cover? Her body guard, which means he can't actually spend nearly enough time looking at her in the little green dress that makes him ache with anticipation.
No, he has to stay watching the rest of the party, a healthy distance away. Far enough to listen to her flirt with other men, rich men, much better men then him. He never thought himself a jealous man, but somehow it seems like that is exactly what is rearing it's ugly head as the night goes on. Their mark they've been tracking is due to speak here in another hour, fuck it.
He checks his phone, even though there's nothing there before pocketing it and heading over to Natasha.
"Madame, I'm so sorry, but I have an urgent message from your sister if you'll please follow me..." He tells her as he heads to a set of backdoors to an empty hallway he'd clocked when they cased the place earlier.