Natasha | Kate :: Girl Talk
Kate could practically see the questions forming in Nat's head and she grinned, taking a seat at one of the tables. She pushed another chair out for Nat with her foot, taking a sip of her coffee. Mmmm, coffee. Things were already getting better.
She looked over her cup at Natasha, taking the woman in. She wasn't as intimidating as she had built up in her head. Really, she seemed pretty easy to talk to actually. Not standoffish or curt like she had thought. Why had she thought that? America was right, Kate wasn't being herself. But it meant a lot, this meeting, and she wanted to make sure she impressed her. Or at least came off as ok. It wasn't like she'd do anything to embarrass Clint, at least not on purpose. But it could happen.
"Good. I mean, I'm glad you're settling in alright. This place was weird when we first arrived. Nothing." She made a face, shaking her head. "And then someone discovered the door, I don't even remember who." She looked up, scrunching up her face with thought, but shook her head again. It didn't matter, not really. "Anyway. Have you been through that?" That seemed like a lot to take in at once, so maybe not.
She smiled, happy to know that the whole town was chipping in to help people feel more welcomed here. It might have to do with the fact that some of them had been here before there was anything and giving the welcome they had hoped to receive instead. Or maybe they were just happy to see friends again, lost or otherwise.
But what really got Kate was her reaction as she said Clint's name. The smallest smile that tugged at her lips said a lot to Kate, but she just nodded her head. "Well, to be fair, he only had two outta the three when he got here. We made the first one happen because...well, coffee." She shrugged as Nat seemed to know what they were on about. It was good to know that she enjoyed the coffee as much as they did. That was a good mark in her book. Not that it wasn't already full, but this time it felt like a fact she could discover herself rather than hear from someone else.
"Yeah, I think I know what you mean," she agreed. "Like, the Tony's that are here? I don't know them. But their personalities match the one I know about in my own world. Maybe personalities stay the same, but the history changes?" She leaned across the table, almost reaching out to take her hands, but she resisted.