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

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inheritorofmemories:

“If she wasn’t so into you, I might go for her,” Natasha teases, opening the door to her office. “And your desk is atrocious. Really, I’m pretty sure Coulson had a Geiger counter in there earlier. Not to mention Stark’s telling everyone you’re making a nest out of your paperwork.” She sits behind her desk, before reaching for the food - she’s not particularly hungry, but she’ll eat now that Clint’s paid for her food.

Clint frowned now, his eyebrows narrowed. She would go for that girl? It wasn’t the thing that both of them were women, no, that didn’t bother Clint in the least. But that she would go for her (and not him) was what did bother him.
He dismissed the thought, clearing his throat before he sat down himself, getting the food out of the bags, seeing Natasha taking her own before he took his, opening the box carefully.
The archer wasn’t hungry himself, but he knew that this was only the best thing for both of them. Both were more people that would simply forget to eat now and then and this wouldn’t pay out for either of them in the long run.

Natasha watches Clint’s expression change, sighing slightly at it. She’d been hoping for a smile, but apparently she’s lacking in that department too. “Possessive?” she asks, leaning forward on her desk as she grabs a plastic fork. 

She takes a tentative bite, finding her deeply buried hunger once more as the food passes her mouth. “Good idea,” she murmurs through a mouthful of Pad Thai, swivelling her chair to pull two cans of soda from her fridge. “Paperwork is easier on a full stomach.”