AU: Your Future Was Me [@ivananddmitri]

ivananddmitri:

ihavesomesecretsnooneshouldknow:

Natasha’s unhappy with the answer, but she knows that Ivan will only continue to evade - never lie, but never answer his question either. Instead, she takes a moment, pressing her temple to his, as she takes the chance to do in the field when they have a moment before their battle commences. Two minds, brilliant and cultivated for this, brought to the brink by their attachment for each other. Yet the sadness lingers on his face, and she hates not being able to alleviate it. She presses her mouth to his, before leaning back, restarting the car. “Our holiday then,” she remarks, pulling her sunglasses back on and lighting another cigarette - it’s a habit she must break, but it is her favourite vice. “Shall we make play at being normal? Dinner, drinks?”

The kiss she left was welcome, yet not entirely satisfactory, but he let her pull away when she did unobstructed. He smiled sadly as she spoke of their impending vacation, thankful for the change in subject. He knew he’d already passed the point of keeping her from worrying about him, and that was enough to make him feel like crap. Still, he hoped things would look up quickly. “Despite our mutual acting prowess, ‘normal’ is something I doubt we could keep up for long. Still, it will be nice not to have time to truly enjoy ourselves. Dinner and drinks will of course be involved. Aside from that, I was thinking we could spend the time at that home in Venice we have, but never use. Nobody even knows we have it. It’d make for a great getaway.”

“Venice?” Natasha asks, surprised by the destination. They spent one day in their Venice home, years ago now, and she’d almost forgotten they had it. “I think I could live with Venice.” She works up the gears, before taking his hand for a moment, stroking her thumb over his knuckles. A holiday is still a foreign concept to her, but she’ll try it for Ivan - there is probably too much in life she will try for him, the only one who can convince her to step outside of her carefully structured life. “Shall we drive or use our beautifully forged documentation to procure a plane?”

(Source: inheritorofmemories)