I Have Some Secrets No One Should Know.
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Natasha catches her own tell, stilling her fingers against the table. She can hear the desire to persuade her of his point of view in his words, but she’s set on her course - because he’s not the only one who wants to protect his partner. Everything she does is designed to ensure his safety, in the hope that one day her debt will be repaid.

She looks up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Another way? If you have a suggestion, I will listen. If not, this is done my way. As I’m running the mission, it’s my choice.” This is something she would only do for him - willing to take on his counsel if he’s able to offer it. She’s secure in her own instincts, but she’s well aware that her insistence on relying on them can blind her to other avenues.

“Can’t I just infiltrate them somehow? I mean, they don’t know me, right? And you know quite well that I can play the bad guy pretty good. So maybe I can find out enough things to make it safe for you and me to get to them, without getting hurt or tortured. I just… I don’t want you hurt, Natasha.”, he said, his voice quiet as he looked at the woman, chewing on his lips from the inside.

He always tended to do that when he’s nervous, but usually, he could stop himself from doing that. Not now. This was about Natasha. And Natasha was way too important to him.  

Natasha watches the nervous tic, hating that she’s brought it to the fore. She reaches over, wrapping his fingers lightly around his wrist to assure his attention. “Not bad enough for this,” she says, and there’s a fleeting moment where she wishes he was. It’s not as though she desperately desires to be tortured - it’s simply the easiest way in. They’ll be careless, gloating in front of her in a way that they won’t with anyone else.

“Come on. We should get back to the office,” she says by way of response, draining the last of her beer. “We’ll have a meeting with Coulson, talk over the options.”

Clint felt her fingers on his wrist, looking up as she did so, looking straight at her. He nodded quietly, thinking of that they wanted to eat something, but they simply got it to go, wrapped up so it wouldn’t get cold.
The archer himself paid for it, not even letting Natasha say anything against it. He simply did, more wrapped up in his thoughts about all that than he would let her know. He sighed quietly as he went back up to the table, picking up his jacket to put it on, waiting for her to do the same.

“He won’t like your idea though, Tasha. And you know that. And I don’t, either. But I know that you’ve already made your decision… So..”, he said, taking the plastic bag with their meals in it in one of his hands.
“What do you want me to do?” 

Natasha raises an eyebrow at the payment, but she says nothing - something tells her Clint’s pride has taken enough of a beating tonight. “Thank you,” she tells him as she pulls on her own jacket, tilting the collar up against the cold.

“Right on all counts,” she informs him dryly, making for the door. “I want you to back me up like you promised you always would,” she tells Clint, turning to fix her stare on him. “Make him see that it’s the best way. Logic. He’s our handler, he’ll see that it’s the best way to minimise the danger to the other agents. I’m an experienced agent - I’ve been interrogated before. It’s nothing I can’t handle, and you know it."