Drinking. Open RP.
While the warning is there to spot, Natasha does not need it. She has Clint - why would she want what Harriet’s cast off? What she’s already had and discarded, if truth be told, although she prefers not to linger on that knowledge. It was for power, not love.
“You are not the only one who can issue warnings, you know.”
She sighs, leaning against the counter. This is foolish. “Drink?“ She grabs another glass without waiting for an answer, pouring the whisky cocktail over some ice and sliding it across the bar. “Stark… he’s not how you think."
Natasha has come to much the same conclusion. They are both wilful, stubborn beyond measure, and their skirmishes will come to nothing. One is as talented as the other, and only death will end such a battle.
"I’m certain that you think so,” she allows, taking the glass. Why not? SHIELD have decided she is surplus to requirements at the moment anyway. Why not give them real reason to shun her?
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