"Funny. You want some salt and tequila to rub into that wound?"
Clint put on his best pouting face but never stopped looking at Natasha from the corner of his eyes, more amused by her teasing than anything. He could do that whole secret undercover stuff of course whenever he had to, but he would never reach her level of perfection. That was okay. In return he still sometimes used to needle Natasha about her right shooting hand after all these years.
"So, off to the beach? Lunch is a little early. But hey, we still have to taste our way through all the ice cream brands available."
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Date: 2014-07-16 01:49 pm (UTC)From:Clint put on his best pouting face but never stopped looking at Natasha from the corner of his eyes, more amused by her teasing than anything. He could do that whole secret undercover stuff of course whenever he had to, but he would never reach her level of perfection. That was okay. In return he still sometimes used to needle Natasha about her right shooting hand after all these years.
"So, off to the beach? Lunch is a little early. But hey, we still have to taste our way through all the ice cream brands available."