Damn it. She can't tell if he figured it out or not, so Tasha moves to the machine, resting her hand on Steve's shoulder. She chooses her words very, very carefully, acting as though she's trying to help the Red Room over explain to him what she's planning.
All the while her eyes silently begging him to trust her. But...he won't look at her, so he does what she would have done when she was a KGB flunky. She grabs Steve's chin with her hand and makes him look at her. She leans in closer, hoping the other men think she's just taunting her 'pray'. She has a reputation for doing that. Or she did.
"Everything will better when this is done." She says firmly, with no trace of accent. She glances over to the table where some underling is messing around with the shield, trying to figure it out. No one else is really paying attention because they're so eager to find the key to making their version of the serum work. Natasha takes her moment. She leans in and presses a very soft kiss to Steve's lips. "Trust. Me." She whispers emphatically though gritted teeth.
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Date: 2012-07-15 10:24 am (UTC)From:All the while her eyes silently begging him to trust her. But...he won't look at her, so he does what she would have done when she was a KGB flunky. She grabs Steve's chin with her hand and makes him look at her. She leans in closer, hoping the other men think she's just taunting her 'pray'. She has a reputation for doing that. Or she did.
"Everything will better when this is done." She says firmly, with no trace of accent. She glances over to the table where some underling is messing around with the shield, trying to figure it out. No one else is really paying attention because they're so eager to find the key to making their version of the serum work. Natasha takes her moment. She leans in and presses a very soft kiss to Steve's lips. "Trust. Me." She whispers emphatically though gritted teeth.