Breaking In, Shaping Up, Then Checking Out [@banner-and-barton]
“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.
Clint actually stopped his steps for a second before he kept on walking, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.
“Really, Tasha? This girl? I can’t really answer that. She’s nice and stuff, yeah. But other than that?”
The archer shrugged, knowing that Natasha just wanted to get him in a better mood and out of his own thoughts.
“Not really my type, actually. Also, waaay too energetic.”
Natasha laughs, trying to shake off the feeling of relief. It’s none of her business - although she might find it a little easier to be nicer to the girl in training now. “You must be the first person to say energetic as though it’s a bad thing,” she remarks, heading into the building. “You want to come eat in my office? Saves you having to clear the hazmat zone you call a desk.”
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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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