[ She crooks a finger, beckoning him closer. Like maybe she really took him up here to be seduced. She runs her hands over his chest and loops her fingers into the material, looking up at him and holding him in place. When she speaks, it's soft. ]
We're from the same one. The same "matrix".
[ No bunny fingers, but the dubious quotation marks are audible anyway. She isn't supposed to know that, but she got the information out of some native operator that couldn't stop staring at her tits. Natasha had thought it was just her and Steve, but instead there's this guy. Who the fuck is he?
So maybe she wasn't dancing up on him because she was interested in his musculature. ]
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We're from the same one. The same "matrix".
[ No bunny fingers, but the dubious quotation marks are audible anyway. She isn't supposed to know that, but she got the information out of some native operator that couldn't stop staring at her tits. Natasha had thought it was just her and Steve, but instead there's this guy. Who the fuck is he?
So maybe she wasn't dancing up on him because she was interested in his musculature. ]
What's your name?