Taking another quick glance at the photograph, Natasha noted how much younger Clint appeared. The picture was clearly at least a few years old.
“I will,” she said to Turi, smiling warmly at him. “Thank you.”
Watching him walk away, she turned her eyes back to Clint to find him looking everywhere but at her, his cheeks holding a fairly distinctive red tinge. “And how many years ago was this?” she couldn’t resist asking. She wasn’t sure how to feel about the knowledge that even years ago he talked about her. It had to have been part of a cover, he couldn’t be honest about who he was, but he could have spoke about any woman, or none at all. Even years ago she had been on his mind more than perhaps a partner should.
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Taking another quick glance at the photograph, Natasha noted how much younger Clint appeared. The picture was clearly at least a few years old.
“I will,” she said to Turi, smiling warmly at him. “Thank you.”
Watching him walk away, she turned her eyes back to Clint to find him looking everywhere but at her, his cheeks holding a fairly distinctive red tinge. “And how many years ago was this?” she couldn’t resist asking. She wasn’t sure how to feel about the knowledge that even years ago he talked about her. It had to have been part of a cover, he couldn’t be honest about who he was, but he could have spoke about any woman, or none at all. Even years ago she had been on his mind more than perhaps a partner should.