Natasha was about to say that it didn’t matter, that they could work it out tonight, then, instead of waiting for tomorrow, but she hesitated. Ultimately this was Clint’s decision, and as long as he didn’t make any completely stupid decisions then she would follow his lead. Swallowing down her anger and that protective feeling she got only in regards to Clint, she let him stop her. Reluctantly she even let him have his phone back, but she watched his face closely, reading his expression for any further deterioration. He obediently ignored his messages, though she had no idea what he was looking into until he finished and elaborated.
Of course he had provisions set aside, just like she did. She had stashes of money throughout the world, under many different names, that nobody but her knew about and she intended to keep it that way. She would dip into them gladly while they were away, it was what they were for, and nobody would be able to trace them. They knew what airport they were flying to because of the plane tickets but they could rent a car, or hop a flight on a smaller airline once they got there, make their tracks untraceable, impossible to find.
That all depended on how their talk went with Fury.
“Okay,” she slowly agreed. Stepping forward she ran one hand back through his hair before sending a text off to request a meeting between the three of them at nine or at his earliest convenience. No use starting off with demands. “Why don’t we go back to your place? I think we have all the essentials. Anything else we can just pick up when we get there.”
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Date: 2014-01-03 08:29 pm (UTC)From:Of course he had provisions set aside, just like she did. She had stashes of money throughout the world, under many different names, that nobody but her knew about and she intended to keep it that way. She would dip into them gladly while they were away, it was what they were for, and nobody would be able to trace them. They knew what airport they were flying to because of the plane tickets but they could rent a car, or hop a flight on a smaller airline once they got there, make their tracks untraceable, impossible to find.
That all depended on how their talk went with Fury.
“Okay,” she slowly agreed. Stepping forward she ran one hand back through his hair before sending a text off to request a meeting between the three of them at nine or at his earliest convenience. No use starting off with demands. “Why don’t we go back to your place? I think we have all the essentials. Anything else we can just pick up when we get there.”