Natasha would have let it go, because it was a fair point on the stress relief. But then he mentioned the awkward handie. She pressed her lips together and tilted her head as she tried not to laugh. "So was the handie before or after the cuffs?" Pity could only get her so far.
"We're going to the wrong place to pick someone up for a meaningful connection, Clint," Natasha noted. Ribbing him for sex mishaps was one thing, but she wouldn't poke fun at him for wanting something more.
"Are you really going to make me give you a patented Steve Rogers speech on how everyone deserves love while we walk to the bar?" Natasha queried. "Because I have to say, he does it a lot better than I do."
"I always read him more earnest than condescending. But the line is really thin. More people are condescending than earnest." It's quiet for a moment as she ambles down the sidewalk next to him. "Well, if we're going to be damning people for their past mistakes..." The commented is delivered with a pointed nudge of her elbow.
"Well if it's not that simple, then it also can't possibly include 'I know better than to want love.'" Unfortunately for Clint, she'd never been above using someone's own argument against them.
Natasha makes a dismissive gesture with her hand. Excuses, excuses. "Yeah, but there's more of us every day. This is one of those rare occasions where the dating pool is actually growing instead of shrinking." There's a pause, and then she grins at him. The 'daring you to call me on my shit' grin that he knows better than anyone. "Fine, how about this? If neither of us figures out our dating lives by the time we're 50, we'll get married."
"And most heroes can't stand me like you can, Nat," Clint points out. "Not that I'm asking to date you. WE're like, platonic soulmates. Like me and Kate. I've got multiple platonic soulmates actually."
"There's worse things to have than multiple platonic soulmates," Natasha points out. "As long as I come in first." She extends her hand to shake his as they walk, sealing the deal.
There's a beat of silence. "How am I not already your power of attorney?"
"I have my priorities in order," Natasha answered with a smirk. She turned in toward the bar and pulled the door open so they could step inside. "That's great news. I've been looking for something new to tease him about."
"Well not from a direct angle like that," Natasha answered, a hint of amusement in her voice. She leaned against the counter next to him and caught the bartender's eye, flashing him a grin as she held up two fingers. The man nodded and came over with two bottles of beer.
"Wait for the right opportunity to present itself and see what makes the most sense," Natasha answered with a shrug as she tilted her bottle toward him. "Cheers. See anyone you like yet?"
"That sounds really tactical. Very you," Clint said before letting his eyes rove around the place. "There's a likely looking lady over there, dark hair, see through green shirt."
"I'm nothing if not tactical," Natasha answered dryly. Her head turned to follow his line of sight and her mouth curled in a half smile. "Cute. Is it the shirt or the hair?"
"A fashion moment?" Natasha suggested with a smirk. She knocked back a swig of her beer and gave him an assessing look. "I'll be back in seven minutes."
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"Maybe I just want something htat lasts more than a few minutes, Nat.
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That wasn't something he could get. Or would get. Ever.
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And he never believed it from Steve either.
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But come on, it's not like that, Nat. He sighs and nudges her back. "It's not that simple. It never is."
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"I'm a super hero. You know that doesn't work, Nat. We get intot too much trouble."
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Still, he can accept that.
"Deal. Power of attorney can help."
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There's a beat of silence. "How am I not already your power of attorney?"
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Though the answer to that had him sighing.
"I think TECHNICALLY Cap has it? It's from WAY back in the day. So he'd effectively have to legally sign it over?"
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Which was getting laid.
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