The entire effect was startling, now that he was out of the chair and outfitted completely. Natasha could only stare, until the security warning jolted her back to reality. "I'll be careful," she promised; Wilson had assigned her two beefy bodyguards all her own - Stan and Rolf. Norwegian beet farmers, the both of them; they topped even Steve by a good three inches. And were waiting for her and Bucky right outside.

The procession began to head for the door, but Natasha abruptly took her intended's hand, "--wait...please?" Flushing lightly, a bit abashed for being so forward - especially with him looking like that, and her in just a simple but fashionable calf-length skirt, long-sleeved sweater and sensibly-heeled boots - but she paused until the entire entourage was out of the dressing room before placing both of her hands against her musician's jaw and rising on her toes to kiss him quite soundly.

When she released his mouth, Natasha rested her forehead against his, sighing softly. "...knock 'em dead," was all she said before letting go.