Date. Natasha tried not to take the word seriously. She wasn’t really the type to ‘date’. She had had various hookups over the years, maybe a dinner or two, but she had never really considered it dating. Of course none of those men had been Clint either.
Assuring herself he was just joking, she gave him a playfully skeptical look before passing through the door he held for her.
“So I get home in time for one good meal and then it’s soldier’s rations in some desert location for the next few weeks?” she said, brushing her hair back over her shoulder and looking over at him. She doubted Fury would be so cruel. If Clint was still attending psychiatric appointments then he hadn’t been completely cleared yet. That should buy them some leeway on the punishment.
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Date: 2014-07-24 10:38 pm (UTC)From:Assuring herself he was just joking, she gave him a playfully skeptical look before passing through the door he held for her.
“So I get home in time for one good meal and then it’s soldier’s rations in some desert location for the next few weeks?” she said, brushing her hair back over her shoulder and looking over at him. She doubted Fury would be so cruel. If Clint was still attending psychiatric appointments then he hadn’t been completely cleared yet. That should buy them some leeway on the punishment.