Ooh, yeah, I got kartoshka. You get it started and I'll go grab them.
[ The bathroom is next to the bedroom, so Natasha doesn't have to go too far. Clint left the dessert in the kitchen. He goes down to get it, grabbing them each a water and coffee as well, and then heads back up the stairs.
When he gets into the bathroom, he sets their things within arms reach and then climbs into the bath. ]
[Credit where credit is due. She makes her way into the bathroom and gives herself a moment to finish cleaning up before she turns the tap on for the tub.
She turns her head to give him a smile when he enters, and once the tub is done filling, she turns the tap off and joins him. She sinks down gracefully and leans back against his chest with a content sigh.
Reaching over, she picks up one of the kartoshka and holds it up and behind her so he can take a bite.]
So what were you doing before I crashed your party?
[ Taking a bite of the kartoshka, Clint makes a noise of approval. That really is the best Russian restaurant in Brooklyn. He hadn't been planning to stop in, but now he's glad that he did. ]
Me? I was looking for trouble. Been bored since we got rid of the tracksuits. I've been going out with Daredevil sometimes - don't worry, not in my Hawkeye shit.
[She lowers the piece of dessert to take a bite as well, smiling to herself as she savors the taste of it. She files away a mental note to order more of these for Clint for his birthday. Her head tips back to rest on his shoulder, mostly so she can give him an amused look when he says what he's been doing.]
I heard a couple of masked guys were taking down bikers. You ever thought about taking a vacation?
[Not that she can throw stones in that glass house.]
I will if you do. Can you imagine it? You and me on a private beach, soaking up the sun. You’ll be topless, of course. I’ll make sure to rub all the spf you need on your poor pale Russian skin.
[ It will never happen, he’s sure. They’re both such workaholics that they go looking for work even when they don’t have any assignments, they go looking for trouble. As much as it’s a nice thought, they’d be better of tanning topless on the roof here, and sharing some Russian food. ]
[Her mouth curls in a grin when he describes the scene and she takes another bite of the dessert, humming thoughtfully as she considers it. There's days that she thinks she might actually want to take a vacation. Being alone with her thoughts and nothing to do isn't exactly her idea of a good time, but she can see the potential inherent in having Clint there.]
I don't know. Bet we could find some trouble to get into even on a private beach.
[The grin widens for a moment as she turns her head to kiss his jaw.]
If not, I can always kick your ass between margaritas.
Sexy, [ Natasha's kicked his ass many times at this point in their friendship, and he doesn't doubt she will again. Many times. It's one of the reasons Clint likes her so much. As much as Clint pretends that he's a total mess, and that he's the least known Avenger, he knows he's skilled. He works hard to keep in shape, practices daily to ensure that his archery and swordsmanship skills are surpassed by no one. He still fucking loves knowing when a woman can kick his ass. ]
Maybe someday. [ It's definitely not going to happen any time soon. ]
[Natasha hums thoughtfully, clearly amused by the idea as she pictures it. It's hard to picture Clint on a beach somewhere. Part of her wants to follow through on it just so she can see what he picks out for a bathing suits. She appreciates that he's not intimidated by her. Well - at least not too intimidated to be himself.
She plucks up another piece of the dessert and lifts it up to offer him a bite again.]
Next time one of us needs to lay low. No one said we have to use the miserable SHIELD safe houses.
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[ The bathroom is next to the bedroom, so Natasha doesn't have to go too far. Clint left the dessert in the kitchen. He goes down to get it, grabbing them each a water and coffee as well, and then heads back up the stairs.
When he gets into the bathroom, he sets their things within arms reach and then climbs into the bath. ]
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[Credit where credit is due. She makes her way into the bathroom and gives herself a moment to finish cleaning up before she turns the tap on for the tub.
She turns her head to give him a smile when he enters, and once the tub is done filling, she turns the tap off and joins him. She sinks down gracefully and leans back against his chest with a content sigh.
Reaching over, she picks up one of the kartoshka and holds it up and behind her so he can take a bite.]
So what were you doing before I crashed your party?
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Me? I was looking for trouble. Been bored since we got rid of the tracksuits. I've been going out with Daredevil sometimes - don't worry, not in my Hawkeye shit.
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I heard a couple of masked guys were taking down bikers. You ever thought about taking a vacation?
[Not that she can throw stones in that glass house.]
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[ It will never happen, he’s sure. They’re both such workaholics that they go looking for work even when they don’t have any assignments, they go looking for trouble. As much as it’s a nice thought, they’d be better of tanning topless on the roof here, and sharing some Russian food. ]
It’s a nice thought, but I know us.
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I don't know. Bet we could find some trouble to get into even on a private beach.
[The grin widens for a moment as she turns her head to kiss his jaw.]
If not, I can always kick your ass between margaritas.
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Maybe someday. [ It's definitely not going to happen any time soon. ]
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She plucks up another piece of the dessert and lifts it up to offer him a bite again.]
Next time one of us needs to lay low. No one said we have to use the miserable SHIELD safe houses.