Natasha wasn’t sure if Clint was exaggerating or not, but seeing the physical shape he was in and knowing he hadn’t been allowed on any missions, it was highly possible he lost it and resorted to begging. She decided it was best not to ask.
Looking down at the hawk in her hands, she raised her eyebrows when she looked back up at him, her lips curving up into a wide smile. “All of them? How many of these did you buy, and what did you do with the others?” She had a mental image of every surface of his bedroom covered with perching stuffed hawks and couldn’t help but laugh. Moving over to set hers on the bedside table, she started routing through her bureau for a change of clothes.
“I’m supposed to name him?” she questions, settling on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that she may or may not have stolen from Clint and holding the bundle to her chest. She’d never had any stuffed animals as a child and wasn’t aware that naming them was the norm. “And of course I’m keeping my appointment,” she made sure to make clear in case he hadn’t caught that she had been joking about skipping it.
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Date: 2013-02-10 01:22 pm (UTC)From:Looking down at the hawk in her hands, she raised her eyebrows when she looked back up at him, her lips curving up into a wide smile. “All of them? How many of these did you buy, and what did you do with the others?” She had a mental image of every surface of his bedroom covered with perching stuffed hawks and couldn’t help but laugh. Moving over to set hers on the bedside table, she started routing through her bureau for a change of clothes.
“I’m supposed to name him?” she questions, settling on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that she may or may not have stolen from Clint and holding the bundle to her chest. She’d never had any stuffed animals as a child and wasn’t aware that naming them was the norm. “And of course I’m keeping my appointment,” she made sure to make clear in case he hadn’t caught that she had been joking about skipping it.