"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."
Oh he was prepared. He had a lot of faith in Natasha, which absolutely included a joy at watching her work. Which he did while sipping at his beer. She would wow him, because Nat wasn't capable of being anything other than amazing.
Natasha was nothing if not determined. In everything she did. Which meant that she returned in less than seven minutes, all cat that ate the canary as she said, "Lisa, this is Clint. Clint, Lisa."
Lisa, huh? Clint puts on his best smile, and wants to hug Natasha.
"Hey Lisa," he said, making sure to flex his shoulders a bit as he offers his hand to shake hers. Chicks love the shoulders. "Please tell me my friend here hasn't told you that I've been unable to take my eyes off you since I came in."
"Absolutely not, I'm much smoother than you," Natasha answered with a grin. "Buy her a martini. Make good choices." Three was a crowd, so she gave him a covert thumbs up and then moved down to the other end of the bar.
Clint smiled and waved his friend away and set to work on his own part of this whole quest to get Clint laid. Nat had warmed her up. And he was intending to make it all work out well.
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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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"Hey Lisa," he said, making sure to flex his shoulders a bit as he offers his hand to shake hers. Chicks love the shoulders. "Please tell me my friend here hasn't told you that I've been unable to take my eyes off you since I came in."
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