OOM: after first EP

[hasthehighground]

After Clint writes his notes but before he comes back from the bar, he grabs some bread, eggs, and maple syrup, because when a man promises French toast he's sure as hell gotta deliver.

There's no noise from the bedroom, and the clock says it's still the same time he left, so Clint grabs a sheet of note paper and writes a third note. Knowing Natasha has something on her is going to calm his nerves a bit.

This letter takes a lot longer to make than the other ones, because Clint has no idea what jobs Natasha is going to take in the near future or who he should pretend to be for the letter. He edits, and re-edits, several times in his head before settling on what he finally writes down:

 

Sweetheart,

Did you find the restaurant? (It's the one where you can see all the stars outside the window.) Because if you did, read on...

I first came here awhile ago, and I thought of you. The show is beautiful, and even the patrons have interesting stories to tell.

I never saw any trouble while I was there, but the security team wears silver badges if you need them. They should all speak English.

I left something for you at the bar, under my full first name. Go open it, and buy yourself a drink on me. I'll be there as soon as I can.

Waiting to see you,

C.
 

Clint narrows his eyes at it, scanning it back over. Yeah, he's pretty sure that's soppy enough. Romance has never been his strong suit. He folds it and unfolds it a couple dozen times to give it a worn look, while listening to the early morning news, then sticks a salt shaker on it to weigh it down.

He starts work on breakfast, once he hears the shower start up. The only thing worse than no french toast is cold french toast.

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[hasthehighground]

Clint snags the syrup from her when she's done, and then gives it a carefully assessing look. Okay. Not too empty for his task.

"Choose your own adventure." He douses his french toast liberally, and sets the remains of the banana on the plate. "I'd think more fluffy, though, because probably most guys pour on charm a bit more when it's a real anniversary. Or I could just be a slacker at charming."

[redintheledger]

"I've seen you flirt in bars. You are definitely lazy."

[hasthehighground]

Clint grins at her. "Why should I waste my time on people who don't know a good thing when they see it?"

He cuts a bite of sopping french toast with the side of his fork, and eats it.

[redintheledger]

This look, Barton?

This is deep amusement.

Deep, cackling, silent, laughter at you.

Granted, it's a look around a mouthful of french toast, so the power of the mental laughter might be countered, just a little.

[hasthehighground]

Clint's wounded. You can tell by how he keeps eating his toast and reaches out to tap her leg lightly with his foot.

Later, he goes to work, and Natasha goes to Sweden, and Milliways becomes relevant again. But right now it's good to spend an hour with the best friend Stark's antics have kept from him for too many months.