Breaking In, Shaping Up, Then Checking Out [@banner-and-barton]

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ihavesomesecretsnooneshouldknow:

Natasha runs her hand through her hair absently, before gesturing to the waiter to bring them refills. She needs one if she’s going to discuss this job. “Something? Try everything. The target’s brought in new security - including a few of my old associates. There goes undercover. I can’t trust any of the junior agents with a mission like this, so I have to find a way of getting as far in as possible before they realise who I am.”

“Well, you’re not really undercover if people know you… Do you need help with that? I mean.. They don’t know me, right?”, he asked, looking at the woman, smiling shortly.

He was eager to help her, really, it was something he owed her, for all she had done for him in the past. And maybe, with talking about this job, she would forget just what he had been talking about before. Asking her out… What a crazy thought. It wasn’t really Natasha’s fault, not at all. But Clint just wasn’t the kind of guy to do something like that.. To feel like wanting to do something like it. So it confused him, actually.

Natasha nods, finger circling the rim of her empty glass idly. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. As far as they’re concerned, I work alone. They’re less likely to recognise me if I take a partner in.” She takes a deep breath, knowing how Clint’s going to react to the next part of the plan. “Or,” she says, taking her new glass with a brief smile at the waiter, “I let them recognise me and get myself right at the centre of operations. You’d be able to get in while they were distracted with me.”

She’s trying to focus on the work, rather than the more personal conversation - it’s easier for her that way, to not be restrained like that. That’s not to mention that she’s already far too personally involved with Clint as it is. Adding a romantic layer to their relationship would only make it worse, no matter what she would prefer.

(Source: inheritorofmemories)