OOM

[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."

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[hasthehighground]

It's not the McDonald's exit, which is really for the best. It's not the worst coffee, by any means, but he can't see Natasha enjoying the experience.

"Two blocks down, 3 o'clock," he says, a couple minutes later, after she's gotten to the little downtown.

[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.

[hasthehighground]

It's one of those slightly shabby independent coffee shops, trying to fit in that sweet spot between interesting to hipsters and not off-putting to retirees but not quite hitting anything more unique than not-really-a-Starbucks.

That's really all it needs to be. Clint waits by the door for Nat to get the lay of the land. He glances around the room as he takes his place in the short line. There's pastries, and some sandwiches, and a chalkboard full of coffees and teas.

[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.)

[hasthehighground]

There's a false start -- Clint remembers he left his wallet with Natasha on going to the WSC, and has to circle back to the table to retrieve it.

After that, he manages to get two black coffees, which come in large blue clay mugs, and -- with some deliberation -- a raspberry scone for Natasha.

He stops to doctor his coffee with both milk and sugar, leaving Natasha's well enough alone, before bringing the whole thing back to her.

"Ta-da," he murmurs, setting the tray down. He's already holding his coffee in his hands, and sits down in the chair next to hers. Not too close, but he tucks his foot behind hers so they're just crossing ankles, and takes a sip.

[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."

[hasthehighground]

Clint just smirks slightly into his coffee, and is quiet.

Natasha doesn't need his angst about all of the places his ideas have landed people.

And the coffee's not bad.