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Pepper eyed Natasha’s reflection in the mirror. She looked hot, Pepper had to admit, with enough cleavage to definitely catch the eye. Pepper knew she looked good, too, but coming up against Natasha Romanov was like walking onto a beach in a fifties-style bathing suit when everyone else wore bikinis.
“What?” Natasha asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.
Pepper’s startle at the question came in the form of a blink – enough to make Natasha smirk. Pepper frowned in response – she seriously wasn’t afraid of Natasha, despite Tony’s stories about her. “You look good,” she said. “Really, really good.”
Natasha’s smirk grew as she surveyed herself in the mirror. “I let them out for special occasions,” she said, turning away from her reflection and starting for the door. “It’s a great way to gain control of the conversation…or, well,” she hesitated, glancing over her shoulder, “men in general. Not that you really need me to tell you that.”
Reviewing herself in the mirror, Pepper thought Natasha probably had a point. She joined Natasha, smirking back. “Let’s go gain control of some men.”