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Natasha smiles just a little, taking a drink from her glass. “I’ve had worse jobs, I suppose.”
She bites her lip at the look of surprise that flashes briefly across Darcy’s expression, before nodding. The woman before her is a convincing liar, and she’s always liked that. “Well, if you’re storm chasing, a freak tornado must’ve made a nice change?”
“Okay, yeah, so have I,” she admitted, wrinkling her nose.
“Well,” she drawled, mulling it over. “It was fun up until the ‘Oh god, oh god, we’re all gonna die’ part of the evening. I was definitely freaked out when that whole deal went down, but did that stop me from following orders from astrophysicists yelling ‘Science!’ in my ear, oh no.” It was technically a half-truth, but Darcy figured that was the way to go.
Natasha laughs, cradling her glass as she looks over at Darcy. “If I hear the justification of ‘science’ once more, I think I’ll punch whoever’s giving it,” she smiles, although she’s not even slightly joking. Given how often Stark uses it, she’s more than willing to use force to prevent it again.
“Do you ever miss it? The storm chasing?”
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