Natasha/James
"You've been told you've got an excellent everything," out of the side of his mouth without missing the beat.
While that was something that James would put up a significant fight over with everyone else, he wasn't that guy anymore because he was the Soldat a lot longer and that changed a person, it wasn't like he didn't understand that Natalia had been through much the same changes herself. She wasn't the same girl that disobeyed orders and had sneaked around handlers and higher ups to.. well. They both did that. Still, there were things that concerned James as he more or less tied his heart to his sleeve beaten and bloody and just hers. That she was changed and if she didn't want what he was or what he would come to be, he was going to honor that much as he wanted to hang around and hope for something different - that seemed rotten, it'd cheapen the whole affair in the first place and that, no, she had easily been the brightest time in an already long, weary life. To get to see her again at all was more than he thought he'd ever get or deserve.
Her voice was as soft and as deep as dark velvet that could tangle around a person and suck the air out of their lungs all by itself, so when she'd said she would, it left James a little speechless and stupid for a moment. Then his brain caught up with the fast thudding of his heart in his chest as he'd taken her hand with his right, leading her out to the floor and spun her to face him before taking off the glove on his left hand. His smooth, high polished metal fingertips slid against the curve of Natasha's waist and drew her close but not too close, his right hand mirroring the movement, and with a little smile he couldn't seem to help, James leaned in close to her ear as the music started to find it's new tempo, "it seems like whenever I'm serious, you get nervous."