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?"
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Date: 2015-09-28 06:17 am (UTC)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?"