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Sep. 27th, 2015 11:01 pm
hasthehighground: comfortable in a crowd (at home in a crowd)
[personal profile] hasthehighground
Clint walks out of the building with Doctor Jan Li, walking together but not talking. He looks tired, but otherwise well -- he's healed up, so his gait is easy.

He spots Natasha about halfway down the sidewalk, and a smile curls in the corner of his mouth.

He turns to Dr. Li, who looks and spots Natasha as well. They exchange a few words, and shake hands.

Clint tucks his hands into his jeans as he gets closer, stopping a couple yards back.

"Hey."

Date: 2015-09-28 06:17 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (alone in the crowd)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
She's been waiting.

Turned up early, got out of the car to lean against it, and waited. She's been making a target of herself (freaking paparazzi), she knows, and probably it'd be more secure to wear a wig. Or at least straighten her hair.

Except Clint knows her first like this, so lacking intel on what they've done to him, the risk is worth it.

Then he's here, and it's a bit easier to breath.

"Hey you," Natasha says, with a faint smile. "Ready to go?"

Date: 2015-09-28 06:33 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (too tired for this)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
She glances past him to the building. To anyone and everyone standing out front, even if they aren't glancing over.

"Yep," Natasha says very firmly, as if in judgement.

"Got our stuff in the trunk. You right for me to drive?"

She normally does, unless it's his car. But there's no harm in asking.

Date: 2015-09-28 06:48 am (UTC)
redintheledger: ([Clint] two halves of a whole)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
"You're welcome."

She wants to touch him. Make sure he's here, he's okay (at least physically), hug him. But she doesn't. It's not how they go, when he's been hurt in some way.

So instead, she smiles again, just as a faint and smile and secret as before, and starts the car. There's a drive ahead.

(Mostly because she wants to put a decent distance between Clint and the WSC.)

Date: 2015-10-01 05:15 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (so talk to me)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
Fine is a lie, and sounds it. She doesn't say it.

"Not as bad as they could be," is what she settles on. "Busy, though."

Busy with the rebuilding, busy with the fallout of SHIELD losing so many people and being so exposed. Busy with herself.

"It's. It's good to have you back."

It's not a meaningless phrase when she says it. She means it. She's missed him.

Date: 2015-10-01 06:05 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (fond)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
"The paperwork made it seem longer." The words are wry, the expression fond.

(She's still telling the truth, even though tease needs to be met by tease. Them's the rules.)

Date: 2015-10-01 06:27 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (alone in the crowd)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
"I could stand some."

She glances not at him, but at what he might be looking at.

"Want to stop some place, or wait until we reach the hotel?"

It's up to him. The latter's more secure, but she almost regrets saying it as soon as she says it.

There's laying low, and there's jumpy, and she's trying not to be too jumpy over people recognizing her from grainy phone pictures.

Date: 2015-10-01 06:54 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (you know me)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
It shows, but more because she knows him than anything else. The corner of her mouth tilts down, briefly.

"A coffee-machine, if the specs are right."

Her eyes flick over at him, but briefly. She's driving.

"It's not you," she says then. Guessing. "It's. People took photos of us, during the battle. I'm distinctive." Wry. "But the shots are crap. I'm just...

A bit.

You know."

Date: 2015-10-01 07:20 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (Clark Kent)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
It takes her a moment to reply, but when she does, it's with a broader smile she's shown this far and a bit of easing in the lines of her body.

Thank you, Clint.

"So, what you're saying is, I shouldn't start wearing Clark Kent glasses?"

Date: 2015-10-03 12:30 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (ingenue)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
"Just checking." Never hurts to make sure, after all.

She also takes the next exit.

Coffee. Coffee, and not letting her jumpiness beat her.

Date: 2015-10-03 01:21 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (find them)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
Just be glad you didn't know her when the first McDonald's opened in Moscow, Clint.

"Got it," she says after a quick glance, and falls silent to find the closest car-spot.

He's a good person to ride shotgun with, or maybe she's just used to listening to him on ops. Or both.

The car is somewhere she can see it from the shop: having it stolen, with their gear inside, would be annoying. And cause even more paperwork.
Edited Date: 2015-10-03 03:10 am (UTC)

Date: 2015-10-04 03:05 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (find them)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
He lines up, she claims a table. Her coffee order is simple, and he knows it, and she'd really like to keep an eye on the car.

It also means she can keep an eye on the other patrons. See if anyone is looking at them for long.

(They aren't: Natasha and Clint know how to blend in.)

Date: 2015-10-08 07:50 am (UTC)
redintheledger: ([Clint] we solemnly swear)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
She doesn't do anything so obvious as beam with pleasure, or wriggle in her seat at the sight of the scone. But her lips curve and there's a sudden pleased expectation in her posture that, if you know her, convey as much as if she'd grinned.

"Yeah," Natasha says, "this was a good idea of yours."

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