Drinking. Open RP.
The dig hits, just as it’s supposed to. Everyone else moves on - it is only Natasha who’s caught helplessly in the past. She fixes her eyes on the woman who once knew her better than any other, and downs the amber liquid.
“And he’ll find you passed out drunk on the sofa. How delightful for him,” she remarks, glass placed back down on the counter. “Although I’d imagine he’s rather used to it by now.“
"He wants me to go to meetings,” she responds - and it’s a boast. That he cares enough not to just pour the liquid down her throat. “Says he’ll pay for the best.“ Someone who cares about her, not just for her.
"So, Barton hasn’t got bored yet? Or are you just casual?”
Natasha raises an eyebrow, but she makes no comment. Throwing money at a problem - yeah, that sounds about right.
“I could ask the same of you and Stark,” she answers. She’d always tended towards shielding her secrets, and Clint’s… not easy. It never has been.
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