Drinking. Open RP.
Natasha forces her expression level, although it takes more effort than it usually would. “A pleasure to see you too,“ she remarks dryly. “I was looking for Stark.”
“That so?” Harriet keeps perfectly still, moving into a slight defensive position. “What’s he done that’s caught your eye? Bored of Barton already?“
Her tone is vicious, bitter. How dare she. How dare Natasha come here, here.
At the barb, a muscle in Natasha’s jaw twitches, her fingers curling. Harriet hasn’t changed then, not even a little. Still angry, vengeful - fiercely protective of what she naively thinks is hers.
"His job, for once,” she answers, keeping her own tone level. She’s here in a professional capacity, she reminds herself - although if Harriet so much as mentions Clint’s name again, she might make this a social visit instead.
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