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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[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.