It doesn’t last, it never lasts, and Natasha isn’t sure which she’s angrier about: that Clint is being treated this way by the people he’s been nothing but loyal to, or that they can’t have one weekend of peace without something trying to tear it apart.
No, it was definitely the former.
Natasha didn’t intervene at the checkout when Clint’s card was denied, just played the confused girlfriend and let him take care of the problem, but inside she was seething. Only once they were out in the hallway and Clint was seated and trying to deal with his own rage did she let her mask falter.
“Fuck waiting for tomorrow, I am calling Fury now,” she said, setting her suitcase beside Clint and reaching for her phone. This wasn’t right. Clint had given them years of his life, years he had spent dutifully doing everything they told him to do, save for one infraction that had turned out rather well, if she did say so herself, and because of something that had been beyond his control they thought they could treat him like a prisoner? She would not stand for it.
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Date: 2014-01-03 07:39 pm (UTC)From:No, it was definitely the former.
Natasha didn’t intervene at the checkout when Clint’s card was denied, just played the confused girlfriend and let him take care of the problem, but inside she was seething. Only once they were out in the hallway and Clint was seated and trying to deal with his own rage did she let her mask falter.
“Fuck waiting for tomorrow, I am calling Fury now,” she said, setting her suitcase beside Clint and reaching for her phone. This wasn’t right. Clint had given them years of his life, years he had spent dutifully doing everything they told him to do, save for one infraction that had turned out rather well, if she did say so herself, and because of something that had been beyond his control they thought they could treat him like a prisoner? She would not stand for it.