Once Clint was situated Natasha placed her hands softly on his neck and started massaging the muscles there. They were tenser on one side, clearly caused by the way he had been sitting, and she concentrated on the worst of it first with even pressure.
“You always have a shot at beating me,” she said, a teasing note in her voice. “It just the only shot you always miss.”
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Date: 2013-12-28 08:03 pm (UTC)From:“You always have a shot at beating me,” she said, a teasing note in her voice. “It just the only shot you always miss.”