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Clint Barton is going back to bed. (today_sucks) wrote in snapthread,

It was a pretty damned weird spot for a first date, considering this place was very much for children and maybe the suffering parents of children. And no matter what jokes Clint made about his own mental age, neither he or Natasha fit that bill.

Still, no one could ever say that Clint didn't put himself one hundred percent into things when he cared about them because he nodded along looking appropriately worried and concerned and sad over the story Natasha was tellng -- nodding in some spots, and not stopping himself interjecting in others. "I told her not to marry someone named Barney. It wasn't going to end well--" and so on and so forth.

And of course, he looked appropriately grateful when they were lead to the stupidest little table, where his knees knocked the top when he sat down. "A bet Liz is gonna love this place," he all but promised the hostess. "I think it'll cheer her right up."

And then she was gone and Clint had to chew at his lower lip not to laugh. Because this place was ridiculous and his chair was too small and there were just too many dolls. "What kinds of desserts? Should we get them all? What is a mini muffin? You look pretty."