Breaking In, Shaping Up, Then Checking Out [@banner-and-barton]
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.”
“Me? Nothing, Tasha. Paperwork. Things.”, he mumbled then, looking at the floor, not trying to think of what he had told her, kind of not really wanting to, of course. But he had and he now regretted it, because he could only hope that Natasha wouldn’t talk about it again.
Why did he even start this topic?
“Things?” Natasha asks, raising an eyebrow at him. “Come on. You know you don’t get away with being so evasive with me.” She’s still working over what he told her in her mind - while she knows that nothing can come of it, that nothing should, it’s more difficult than she’d expected to let go what might have been. “What kind of things? Certain blonde, flippy haired things who’ve stopped by your office three times this week?” She’s teasing, mostly - she doesn’t want him to be uncomfortable with her for any longer than necessary.
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“Joke,” Natasha says after a moment, toying with her food. “Not like you to be so touchy. You should go home, Clint. Get...
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“I’m not possessive.”, Clint answered immediately, looking down on his food then, shrugging. “No need for it, is there?...
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