Who: Clint Barton & Natasha Romanoff What: Two friends grabbing some grub When: After Sharknao Rating/Warnings: Yellow - swearing possible
There were times when Clint really felt his age and the aftermath of Sharknado was one of those times, especially as he was not bloody but bruised as well because unlike a lot of people running around on the battlefield he wasn't super human. Nat he knew understood that because she like him was just human but damn if they didn't do a good job of keeping up. He was also dealing with the fallout of his divorce that he still hadn't told anybody about and sarcasm and quick quips were the best way he knew how to cover up pain.
Thankfully Nat was here and Clint very much appreciated her company especially as they knew one another well enough to be able to communicate without words. They hadn't made really good partners for so long if they weren't completely in sync. Most people who ate food conversed during but not Clint and Natasha, they ate silently and enjoyed the companiable stillness that accompanied it.
It wasn't until they'd finished their meal and Clint was helping himself to a healthy slurp of his full fat no diet shit with him coke that he lifted his eyes to regard Natasha.
"So," he drawled. "What do you think to our current predicament?"