Glancing over at Clint when he almost choked on his food, Natasha looked back at the screen then raised an eyebrow at him. He was a red blooded male, she wasn’t surprised that he would enjoy that scene as much as everyone else seemed to, except he seemed to be enjoying it a little too much and in an entirely different way. He was laughing.
Definitely a keeper, he was.
“Because when I do that,” she replied, gesturing toward the screen with her chopsticks, “you’re not the target.” She tried to keep the amused expression off of her face, but it was impossible when he was grinning at her like that. “Are you suggesting we forget our current training and subscribe to the double-oh-seven school of spy work?” It would actually be pretty entertaining to try to emulate these films sometime. She feigned thoughtfulness. “I suppose we could start with that scene, since there will be beaches where we’re going, right?”
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Date: 2014-01-26 02:32 pm (UTC)From:Definitely a keeper, he was.
“Because when I do that,” she replied, gesturing toward the screen with her chopsticks, “you’re not the target.” She tried to keep the amused expression off of her face, but it was impossible when he was grinning at her like that. “Are you suggesting we forget our current training and subscribe to the double-oh-seven school of spy work?” It would actually be pretty entertaining to try to emulate these films sometime. She feigned thoughtfulness. “I suppose we could start with that scene, since there will be beaches where we’re going, right?”