Who would have thought that when great white sharks were flying through the air that the biggest, most dangerous threat was actually bits of masonry falling? Natasha had cleaned herself up between the fight ending and them going out to dinner but she still had a bruise blossoming along her hairline, a scrape to her jaw and a cut to her lower lip amongst all the bruises hidden by her clothes.
Stashed nearby were their weapons, ready at any moment should the call from Steve come in that they were heading out to go and bust Tony's ass out of jail.
"Mm," Natasha hummed, finishing off her curly fries and picking up her soda, curling her hands around the cup and relished in the cool sensation that soaked into her hands.
She took a sip from the straw and watched Clint carefully. Their current situation really wasn't what they should be talking about, she knew more about his current situation than she let on, more than he was probably aware of. Just because she'd been away and out of the US didn't mean that she hadn't been keeping tabs on Clint. What good was having a large network and the ability to hack if you didn't liberally abuse it?
"Which part?" she asked, "The part where we've split off from the prime timeline into one of our own that's completely unstable, the part where Stark's made a mess of things, the bit where magic is apparently heavily involved in what's going on or the fact that you got divorced and didn't think I'd find out?"