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

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inheritorofmemories:

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.” 

Clint sighed, nodding at her words. He knew she could take it, but that was no reason to let her get hurt. Not in his book, not now, not ever. But he also knew that he couldn’t break her will, because no one could, so he had simply nodded on that, leaving her her will.

He walked next to her, enjoying that feeling, just to be there, with her, walking with her, talking. Even though he really didn’t like what they were talking about, they were still talking. And that was what counted for him, at least.  

She nudges him gently as they walk, hands deep in her pockets to ward off the cold. “Now that it’s settled, tell me what’s going on with you. I haven’t left my office in two weeks - surely you’ve had more exciting moments than wondering if you can finish your game of Solitaire before Maria comes in to ask if you’re an agent or a bored teenager.”