The silliness and the action were the only reason Natasha bothered with these films at all... well, that and the fact that Clint loved them. Really, if they took themselves too seriously they wouldn’t be nearly as enjoyable.
Chewing thoughtfully on a mouthful of noodles, she regarded Clint as he spoke, reading between the lines as only she could with him. He was still trying to keep the tone light, a tone she was hoping they could keep with for the evening, so she turned her attention back to the screen again. “I doubt the filmmakers would ever have the balls. Although there was that one scene in the newest movie.”
Clint was more sniper than spy, just like Natasha was more spy than soldier, but sometimes their specialities crossed over. It hadn’t been the same since New York, though. Not any of it. The more time passed the more excited she was getting about the prospect of leaving tomorrow. At first it had been all about Clint, but she found herself looking forward to it more and more herself.
“Maybe I should have packed my fishnets and leather,” she said casually, rolling a breaded chicken ball around in the sweet and sour sauce. Turning her head to look at Clint again she popped the entire thing into her mouth and grinned at him. Only for him did she ever let her silly side out. To everyone else it was pretty much nonexistent.
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Date: 2014-01-25 07:42 pm (UTC)From:Chewing thoughtfully on a mouthful of noodles, she regarded Clint as he spoke, reading between the lines as only she could with him. He was still trying to keep the tone light, a tone she was hoping they could keep with for the evening, so she turned her attention back to the screen again. “I doubt the filmmakers would ever have the balls. Although there was that one scene in the newest movie.”
Clint was more sniper than spy, just like Natasha was more spy than soldier, but sometimes their specialities crossed over. It hadn’t been the same since New York, though. Not any of it. The more time passed the more excited she was getting about the prospect of leaving tomorrow. At first it had been all about Clint, but she found herself looking forward to it more and more herself.
“Maybe I should have packed my fishnets and leather,” she said casually, rolling a breaded chicken ball around in the sweet and sour sauce. Turning her head to look at Clint again she popped the entire thing into her mouth and grinned at him. Only for him did she ever let her silly side out. To everyone else it was pretty much nonexistent.