Corkscrew || OPEN
“A pleasure,” Natasha answers, ever so slightly impressed by the handshake. She has to bite her lip to stop herself laughing at the comparison - perhaps a little too apt - instead making her way inside Darcy’s apartment.
“Rough day?” she asks, the signs of stress evident on the other woman’s shoulders, as well as her expression. Making her way to the kitchen, she unearths the corkscrew from the depths of the most used drawer, before realising that she’s perhaps being a little too familiar. “Where do you keep your glasses?”
“Likewise.” She closed the door before trailing behind her back to the kitchen.
She smiled bemusedly as the redhead immediately found that blasted corkscrew. She faintly wondered if this was how people reacted to her invaded their space or if she was just overly accepting. “Oh yes. I work for a man child, rough doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Darcy explained. She padded over to a small cupboard beside the fridge built into the brick. “Right here.” Pulling out another wineglass, she set it on the table behind her. “Can I just say you have a pretty good taste in wine? Or at least a taste like mine considering I just ran out of this stuff like, a week ago.”
Natasha begins to pour two glasses of wine, offering a laugh at the description. “I worked for one myself once. Tony Stark - I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Now, at least, I work for a proper adult.”
At the compliment, she smiles, recapping the bottle and handing it to Darcy to put in the fridge. “Fortunate timing then,” she answers, handing Darcy the other glass and offering hers in toast. “To unwinding for the night.”
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