• 𝖉𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖆

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓: "You're telling me a former Black Widow running a field operation in Ohio voluntarily surrendered to us with two trainees? What do we do with this?" "It's simple. We bleed her for every bit of information she has on the Black Widow program & we take - them - down."

that— it— okay so i wasn’t really begging, i— dammit.

New indeed. Unexpected and blatant enough that there's no room to doubt, which is the perfect combination for it to render him entirely useless. Which he also likes. A lot. Braving a glance back over, "Guess I shouldn't be kicking the habit then, huh?"

don’t torture me further— i beg.

Still worth a shot, especially as she comes closer. Watching her attentively, grin going absolutely nowhere. "Yeah? I don't think it really had much flavor left, but I'm—" Faltering halfway as it clicks, turning his head the other way and laughing through the way he flushes.

somebody sedate me—

He takes in a breath, mouth working for a second— nothing quite coming out but another breath as his grin goes wide, shrugging and crossing his arms. Shaking his head and playing at nonchalant so poorly. "No... No, not at all. Not even a little bit. Why would I be?"

Mom comes back and the first thing she does is make people fold like flip phones.

dont know how to flirt but ill stare at u like im starving

Unfortunately, this is one of those situations where his reflexes don't help him, because he's so... Baffled. He sees it coming, technically, but he's left to stare open-mouthed... Blinking when it pops, a disbelieving breath of a laugh following. "... I'm— wow. That's. Wow."

( Just. Lingering by the 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳. Blowing and popping his gum over and over to see how many it takes before he's called out. )