AU: Your Future Was Me [@ivananddmitri]

ivananddmitri:

inheritorofmemories:

Natasha can only sense Ivan’s presence, the light tread of his footsteps familiar to her in the most necessary of ways. She makes her way methodically through each room at the back of the house, until she makes her way into the kitchen. Dumping her bag by the door, she comes in, heading straight for the fridge. “We should have picked up wine at least… or did we leave some in the cellar?” she asks, pulling herself to sit on the kitchen counter. Her gun still sits at her hip, but she’s less on edge now that the house has been sounded out.

As Natalia entered the room, Ivan further relaxed, noting that it meant her end of the house had been clear as well. At the mention of wine, Ivan rubbed his chin lightly, trying to remember if they already had some stored away. Unable to recall off the top of his head, he shrugged. “We can always check.” He moved over to Natalia, giving her a quick kiss as he passed, heading for the cellar door.

Natasha kisses him back, before slipping back off of the counter. She wants to get out of her respectable travelling clothes and into something far more comfortable. Allowing the closely fitting suit to fall to the ground, she pulls on shorts and a t-shirt - Venice was always a little on the wam side for her. Reluctantly, she bends to pick up her suit, knowing she must be ready to move at any given moment. “Did you find some?” she calls, making her way around the room and placing their cache of weaponry in the most convenient places.