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"Tony, one month?! Are you kidding me? One week, I can understand, two weeks, alright, but one month, that's-that's too much," she said, shaking her head.
"Sweetheart, didn't I say this topic is not up for discussion, you passed out for two days. There is damage to your organs and optic nerve, you ain't going to any mission for one month," he said, his voice firm arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back on the leather chair. "And for the record Fury did agree with this,"
She sighed, pouting as she looked away from him to the window, the white leather seats comfortably sinking her form in, thirty-five thousand feet beneath them was sprawled the city of New York, while white clouds covered their vision at the altitude, she watched silently as the air hostess again filled their glasses of cocktails, the cool liquid soothing down her throat. "You are insane," she muttered.
"For you, yes," his reply came without wasting a beat, almost as if he was waiting for her to say that. She shook her head with a small smile that she tried hard to surpass.
It felt weirdly nice and made her inside fuzzy knowing someone cares about her, this much.
The hour was spent in small talks, sipping their cocktails, otherwise Nora watching the scenery from the window with a childlike innocence, and Tony gazing at her with a smile.
He felt warm seeing her eyes twinkling as the plane soared through the white clouds, occasional birds that passed by made her smile, her lips curled into a crescent moon which seemed to glimmer.
She had told him with an embarrassed smile, when they were in car traveling to the airport, that this would be the first time she would be traveling in the plane, just for the purpose of traveling, not having her nerves on edge with the planning of next mission, or the uneasiness settling in her stomach that she is going to kill innocents.
He had remembered the shy hug she gave him, in the car, telling him that she was grateful.
Oh, only if she knew, that he should be the one expressing his gratitude for having such an emerald of a person, in his arms, to have the blessing of seeing the shy tug of her lips, or the sparkle in her eyes.
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"Wow..." she mumbled, looking at the hall which glimmered in the fluorescent lights. The window covered most of the wall, providing a spectacular view of the city of Vegas, its neon veins pulsing with life.
Sleek black couches with golden accents covered the hall, a faux fur rug laid beneath the central table, which had a glass vase filled with water, moon flowers blooming in them. In front was a firehall, providing a cozy look to the otherwise sophisticated house.
To the right, was an open bar, lined with bottles of champagne and wine, while taking the doorway to its left, the hall sprawled in a lobby, two rooms on either side that contain a guest bedroom and a vanity.
