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What was I thinking? [Felicity]

After returning from the solo mission that had gone upside down thanks to HYDRA, Nika had gone to a medical professional to check how bad her wounds were stitched. She had all the confidence in Felicity while in the plane, but she wanted a professional opinion about possible scarring. She was sure some of the amazed invectives while examining her wounds would be useful later.

Since then she had kept herself busy until the day rolled around for getting coffee with Felicity. The Symkarian wasn't sure how this would go or if she should be even doing it. She could almost hear her mother's lecture moving along to the cadence of the elder Sable's pacing. Nika was sure there was no one else on the planet as good at frustrating her mother like herself.

Opting not to go to coffee in a tactical corset, Nika rummaged through her closet to find something suitable. It took the third outfit choice for her to realize she was distracted. She tried to focus on one color with some accents. And no animal prints. Why did she have tiger-striped pants?

She smoothed down her tight pencil skirt outside of the coffee shop. Then she adjusted her fitted jacket. It was possibly a tad too dressy for a casual coffee... date, but it made Nika feel better. Particularly as the jacket was tailored to hide the weapons she had hidden about her torso. She took a breath and pushed the door open.

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Nika spotted Felicity once she stepped in and her eyes adjusted to the difference in lighting from outdoors. She pondered going and getting coffee now for a moment before heading toward the blonde with the iPad.

The choice of place had been Felicity's, so Nika reasoned Felicity could tell her what was good and what wasn't. Setting it up under quasi-mission parameters made the Symkarian ignore the nerves gnawing on her stomach.

"Hey there, stranger." Light joke. Nika could do light jokes, right?

"Fancy meeting you here," Felicity grinned. She snapped the cover on her iPad shut and tucked it under her arm - the thing was too big for her crossbody bag, but everything else she owned was too ridiculously utilitarian to bring on a date. "For a moment, I was wondering if you were going to use HYDRA as an excuse not to show up though," she added before swooping in for a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. "The cappuccino and cafe cortado here are both fantastic. As are their olive oil cake, rose and almond cookie, and their onion marmalade, swiss cheese, and potato focaccia sandwich." Plus, the roasted vegetable and cheddar frittata was one of those post-coital breakfast foods that Felicity just loved.

"I can only use the HYDRA excuse once a month, and there's a pizza parlor that already handled that." The hug portion caught Nika a little by surprise. She wasn't quite ready for it. The kiss on the cheek was much less of a shock. Being European, her standard non-business greeting went into play. She kissed Felicity on both cheeks.

"I think I'll start with a cafe cortado and see where it goes from there." She was fighting off nerves, which seemed odd to her. She did see Felicity just about every day. And post-coital thoughts were not even a blip on Nika's radar.

Oh, hey, two kisses. Had Felicity not known better, she would have assumed that Nika was trying to one-up her on the whole affection thing.

But then, Felicity did know better.

A lot better.

"Hey." She placed a gentle hand on Nika's shoulder. "I'm not going to pounce you. Calm down. You're acting like you're at your first job interview or something."

Nika took a breath and sighed.

"I'm sorry. I'm not very good at..." She spread her hands and shrugged helplessly. It seemed easier to do than admitting she had problems relating to people outside of business. She had built up that defense for a reason. "...this."

She rubbed her neck. "I haven't exactly been on a non-diplomatically necessary date in... ever."

"To be fair, the only one who's actually good at this is Natasha Roma-whatever-the-hell-her-last-name-is, and that's because she's super-trained to be good at stuff like this," Felicity said. "The rest of us? We're all going into it blind," she added. "Besides. If you want diplomacy to go out the window, you can just take me right here, right now, against my will or not."

"Романова," Nika said absently in the proper Russian. Her mother and the Black Widow had faced each other a time or two.

She blinked and laughed. "I'm not very keen on an audience if that happens."

"Pumba?" Felicity blinked. "I don't - what?" No, she really didn't know where that had come from.

Nika raised an eyebrow. She pronounced it a little more clearly. "Romanova. She's female so her surname ends with an a. Mother does business with Russians. It helps to learn the language."

She smirked slightly. "I'm good with tongues."

"I'm good with...cats..." Felicity grinned. "So we all have our secret little talents."

She indicated the cashier, who had freed up. "Maybe if we get our mouths busy with food, the sexual tension will ease up."

"I'm never tense about sex," Nika commented before she walked toward the cashier with a little sway in her hips. Just to show Felicity she wasn't the only one could tease. Nika just tended not to because the direct line usually worked for her.

She placed an order for a cafe cortado and, after a pause, some rose and almond cookies.

For her part, Felicity ordered a cappuccino and an olive oil cake.

"Really? Because I can feel something thrumming between us, and it's not an airquake."

...were there airquakes? Felicity didn't know. But she wanted to go with it.

Nika mouthed the word 'airquake.' She wasn't sure if that really was a thing as English was not her first language or second. Even though she could communicate in it well. She shrugged to herself.

"Attraction meets caution, I'd guess. If you didn't work under my supervision, the airquakes could have been settled. Provided... we would have met. Though unlikely since my life consists or work, school, and training."

"Hey, we might have come across each other in work. I mean, look at our mothers. They came across each other in their line of work," Felicity said. "Besides, there's something to be said about hot rooftop sex after stealing a particularly glittery something."

Nika chuckled. "If we came across each other in work, I doubt there would have been rooftop sex. Since the most likely scenario is you stealing something I'm supposed to be protecting."

The Symkarian did not take losing well. It would put the kibosh on the whole sex thing.

"I'd just let you take it from me so I could take what I wanted from you. And then I'd steal it back with a kiss and run away," Felicity winked.

She leaned back in her seat, then, and laughed. "Besides, let's be honest. The thrill of the chase? It'd turn you on a little."

She quirked an eyebrow. "You are optimistic about that scenario, aren't you?"

She couldn't keep the hint of amusement out of her voice.

"Mm. Most likely. But I'd probably not have sex in the middle of a job."

"I'm optimistic about each scenario. You don't get to be a tech wiz or a cat burglar without a healthy dose of it," she said. "Besides, my dad was a coach. All of my life, I was raised while being cheered on over something or other. It did wonders for my self-confidence."

"I was raised by two mercenaries. I can see why there's a difference in outlook." Even if her father had been law enforcement wherever he was from before ending up in this reality.

"Not quite so recent events make me tend to not be so optimistic."

"Mmm. Troubled past. Dark eye make-up. Fidgety on a date. ...are you close to anyone but your sister, Nika? Are you even close to her?"

My, but wasn't Felicity delving deep on a first date?

Nika blinked. That was not... really the type of questions she expected on a date. She took a breath and straightened up a bit to try to keep her figurative hackles from rising.

"My sister, my parents, my niece and nephew here in the States... it's a small list. Used to be bigger. I'm not close to my brothers, but they've lived in Japan most of my life."

"Samurai mercenaries? Yes? No?" Felicity stirred a little more sugar into her coffee. "It's just me, my dad, and my mom. I had an older brother, but he died a couple of years ago." Which Nika would know about, of course. It was all in Felicity's files.

"No. One of them is married to Dazzler." Technically, he was a brother by adoption as an adult, but he was still related as far as anyone in her family cared. Also, she wasn't sure if she was allowed to mention their family business anyway.

She was aware of the older brother, but she didn't think a date would be a time to ask about it. Nika had sometimes wondered what it would have been like to have an older brother who had been there instead of halfway across the world.

Felicity's eyes darted down to Nika's hands. "You're not missing any fingers there, lady." She knew who was related to Dazzler. Everyone who considered themselves Dazzler fans did.

(Though, okay, maybe Felicity was a smidge more partial to the rock stylings of Lila Cheney?)

"I can see the question in your eyes, by the way. I'm an open kitty. Ask me anything."

"Brother by adoption," Nika supplied before she took a sip of her drink. "He helped my father and older siblings escape their world and come here. I'm entirely human. As your hands up my shirt could attest."

She set her cup down. Nika chewed on her lower lips a moment. "What was it like having an older brother who was around for more than just vacations?"

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