On the way to her chair, Natasha pauses behind his chair and hugs his shoulders, resting her cheek on his hair. The fact that she had to go around the table to do this is something that she's just ignoring.
"What, the winds here aren't interesting?" she teases, finally moving to her chair.
(She steals a potato chip as she goes. Because she can.)
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Clint knows the way to her heart.
On the way to her chair, Natasha pauses behind his chair and hugs his shoulders, resting her cheek on his hair. The fact that she had to go around the table to do this is something that she's just ignoring.
"What, the winds here aren't interesting?" she teases, finally moving to her chair.
(She steals a potato chip as she goes. Because she can.)