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Not Hawkeye 2, Just Hawkeye (justhawkeye) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-04-30 14:03:00

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kate bishop (616), natasha romanoff (mcu)

Who: Natasha & Kate
What: GIRL TALK
When: Today
Where: COFFEE
Rating: G for gushing and gossip

Kate was anxiously nervous about meeting Natasha. She had met her in passing ONCE, but she knew her more from Clint. And this Natasha wasn't even THAT Natasha, so would it be the same? Everyone seemed to at least share the same kind of personality with each other; really it just seemed the history was a bit off from what she could tell. She also wasn't paying close attention to everyone here, but maybe she should. It didn't hurt to know who your neighbors were, right? So far it seemed she knew most of them (or knew OF them), but there were a few names popping up that she hadn't recognized before. Maybe it was time for her to branch out...

But for now, she had more important things to focus on. Like the fact that Natasha Romanoff aka the Black Widow would be walking through that door, ready to have a cup of coffee with her and talk. Catch up. Find out more about each other. Cool. Kate was totally 100% ready for this, except that she wasn't. Not only was Natasha so kick-ass Kate couldn't wrap her head around it, but she was also the OG in Clint's life; she felt like this was a big moment for the two of them. Alright, maybe just herself because she doubted that Natasha was at all overthinking this meeting. Just come in, grab a cup with someone Clint said was a good person, hang out. Cool. No biggie. She could do this. After a handful of all capped text messages to America, Kate felt better. It was just coffee. And she could do coffee.

She made sure not to drink all of it before Nat arrived, but she might have had two or three cups before the infamous redhead walked into the shop and she glanced up, a nervous smile on her face. "Natasha? I mean, Nat?" She walked out from behind the counter, holding her hand out before running into one of the stools. Smooth. "Ow, uh, hi! I'm Kate!" She didn't actually make it all the way to greet her, but stopped awkwardly in the middle of the floor before looking back and nodding towards one of the tables. "I can get you a cup! Do you like anything in it? Or I can just bring you what we have...?" Right, stop talking and allow her to respond. That was how a conversation worked. She gave her an apologetic smile, taking a breath at the same time.

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Natasha | Kate :: Girl Talk

hourglasss
2019-05-01 08:10 pm UTC (link)

Natasha thought about that one for a minute as she settled against the counter; this time, she stayed standing but leaned her elbows on it, her back dipping into a graceful arch. The first time she'd been here, she'd just vaulted over the top of it. She curled her fingers around the warmth of the mug, tapping them lightly against the side, because it wasn't a hard question, exactly. It was just one where she wanted to put a little consideration into her phrasing.

"Yours reminds me of mine when we first met," she said. She'd been thinking about that a lot lately; maybe that was part of why she'd responded to him so viscerally. "The thing about Clint is there's just - and I know he'd deny this if he ever heard me say it, he'd say uh, you're talking about some kind of Cap shit, Nat, that ain't me."

It was a fair approximation of his voice, and she smiled at Kate, lifting the coffee to her mouth. Black, bitter - she'd taken it this way for the last five years, but before that, she'd used to drink it with cream. Maybe she'd get back into that, if there was a possibility here. "But there's something about him that's good. You know what I mean? There's something about him that says 'here is someone you can trust, and he is not going to flip that trust around and find a way to stab you with it.' He made me want to be better - or at least, a lot of the time, he made me want to try harder. Hang on a little longer, be a little faster, extend the benefit of the doubt a little more often."

Which was the good stuff. That was the good version, that was everything she had missed. And it wasn't the whole pictures. "Anyway, that's how I remember him, when I think about it, but the last five years, they weren't very kind ones. Not for him. He lost the plot a little bit. He came unhinged, after the snap. I missed him. He could be standing right in front of me and I would wonder where they guy I knew had gone. But he was still Clint, and that was enough to count. You know how it's like that with some people?"

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