fake!mm for nick-kolya

[hasthehighground]

Clint's sitting in one of the worn, overstuffed leather armchairs by the fire tonight instead of the rafters because... well, because he's over forty, so fuck you he totally ranks seniority over most of the kids in this bar. He has earned this armchair.

His feet are propped up on the coffee table, and he's currently paused from his reading to eye the empty sofa speculatively. He's pretty sure he could get away with borrowing one of those throw pillows. But... moving.
 

Comments

[made_a_name]

There is a grin, small and more sly than inviting. It's far more genuinely him than the openness he pretends.

"I wouldn't worry. You've both even got the same nose."

[hasthehighground]

"Good," Clint says, laughing. "Surprised you didn't realize right off, then.

"I'd probably peg you and Natasha for first cousins, if I had to guess a relation."