It was one thing to see the town silent and empty, but Natasha thought it much more beautiful on the way back as it truly came alive. Perhaps she could have done without the panhandling, but it was still interesting to her, and also something else how closely they were watched while knowing that it was only out of pure curiosity, not because of any nefarious purposes. Maybe they would be the talk of the town, but they were safe here.
Once they had gotten past the rather persistent artist, Natasha turned her beaming smile at Clint. “Maybe I should have dyed my hair before we left. Blonde, maybe brunette...”
It would hardly have mattered in this case. Even if she wasn’t so striking to look at, she was still the first foreigner through the streets at that time so it wasn’t that she was a prime target so much as the only target. “How often have you come here?” she asked.
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Date: 2014-03-14 11:27 pm (UTC)From:Once they had gotten past the rather persistent artist, Natasha turned her beaming smile at Clint. “Maybe I should have dyed my hair before we left. Blonde, maybe brunette...”
It would hardly have mattered in this case. Even if she wasn’t so striking to look at, she was still the first foreigner through the streets at that time so it wasn’t that she was a prime target so much as the only target. “How often have you come here?” she asked.