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Audi hadn't really been expecting anyone for awhile but clearly what she thought was wrong. Hearing footsteps, she stood up straight and tried to look as serious as possible. "Hello."

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coffeeinsomniac, conceptofthemask, thestarspangledcircusmonkey, miladyannieadderall, and maria-winchester-stark arrived on the scene.
"Hello there! My name's Rescue. Who're you?"
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Crossed Lines || Spider & Spider
The dress was long, reaching her feet. She was a sight of blood spilled on white snow. It was strapless, a crack on the left side reaching up mid-thigh, elegant, heart-shaped cleavage, backless, Red.
Lips, nails, long hair, dress. Blood Red.
Black Widow sent on a job could catch everyone in the room, turning businessmen into simple flies on her web, trapped, commanding her orders.
What was her favorite part? they asked often. This was. Entering a room, similar to a palace, and stealing everyone's looks. Feeling like the mission is hers to command. And then, when no one was listening, she thought about the killing, and called it her favorite part.
Natasha was Josephine Watters for tonight, and for the days to come, until every piece of information was in her hands. The man wasn't needed alive, Fury confirmed. Only until the end of the mission.
The sound of her heels was like the music playing, creating a rhythm for a dance, a life, a night. Her eyes, Hawks, searching the room until she found, what would soon be, her date.
Mark Collins.
Heels moved, across the room, for her target.
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3 People Listening
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Emrys looks up from his guitar to see someone watching him, it wasn’t that strange. He always played in the park for cash so there was always someone sitting around listening to him. He smiles at the new comer and goes back to his music, long nimble fingers and soft even voice creating songs.
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