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Tweak says, "Buh"

. (hourglasss) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-05-19 20:32:00

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clint barton (616), natasha romanoff (mcu)

Who: Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff
What: A first date for two people who have very possibly never gone on an actual first date before.
When: Tonight.
Where: The Doors have offered up a magical mystery dining location. The Doors are assholes.
Rating: PG!

This was a normal thing, right? This was a very normal suggestion to make. It had occurred to Natasha off the cuff, and she hadn't paused to consider before she'd just let it loose: let's go on an actual date. If the options were limited in Starklandia, they weren't nonexistent, either. It would be nice, she'd thought, and after all - she and Clint had eaten together countless times. The only thing different would be the designation. A date. It sounded - something. She didn't know what it sounded, really, but she liked the feel of it. The idea that it did have the designation. (She did not have to be the expert in psychological thought patterns that she was to understand why the word felt important to her, but still: it was. And she liked it.) Plus, it was just Clint. She was always comfortable with Clint, she always had been - almost five years apart and the second she'd seen him in Tokyo, even, it had been like they had only parted a week earlier.

And she was an extra level of comfortable with Clint here, like this. Sort of a permanent low grade joy in that, even when other things could be rough, even when other memories crept in: she was comfortable, with him. Happy. She could reach for his hand if she wanted to, he would look at her in that particularly dazzling way, they'd slept together and it had been wildly good, they were synced up as they had always been. A date should be an easy thing to add into the mix.

Except this was not, she remembered, a couple hours after asking, a thing she did a lot. Her last date had been in 2015, for God's sake, if that even counted. Natasha was determined not to get in her head about it, to keep it low-key, but there was - excitement, a little? Nerves, maybe? Slight worry? All of which was probably pretty standard for a first date with someone you really liked, even if you had already jumped several steps ahead of first date territory with that same person. The Doors had been pretty obliging to her plenty of times, surely there'd be some decent option.

Today, though, The Doors appeared to have a sense of humor, because this was the third one they had opened, and this one was looking out into a sea of...varying and aggressive shades of pink, and doodled stars, and walls and walls of overpriced dolls lining the shelves near an even larger pink sign that screamed AMERICAN GIRL CAFE in swirling pink cursive. "Well - " Natasha said, and turned to look at Clint. It was impossible not to laugh, at least a little. Not what she'd imagined, exactly, but. "I mean. I'd say that of the three, this one looks the most like there's a shot at the food being decent."

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today_sucks
2019-05-30 12:53 am UTC (link)

Eyebrow waggling was acceptable but only in small amounts. And only because they were both probably just the most awful of people. It couldn't be helped though. Not when the Mini Muffins loomed so closely. He stuck his tongue out at her because they were in a place for five year olds, so it was only fair that he acted that age, too.

The moral of the story here was that they were both superheroes. Trained spies and assassins and had seen all the weirdest shit and more that the worlds could through at them, but neither of them really knew how to deal with being called pretty, even if they were both well aware that they liked it coming off of their person's lips. And that seemed good enough. Clint liked watching most anything come off of Natasha's lips. Hearing it was good too, of course.

"Maybe three of everything," Clint said, and he actually had the gall to rub at his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe just to have a few things to take home. See what shakes out best with Lizzie?" He then tried his best to look a little worried. "Kids. You never know, right? And --uh. Yeah. Coffee please. That's not a thing we're trying for her. I just prefer it." The laugh he delivered was perfect and fake and it should not have been a turn on to be doing low key role playing in a place like this, and it wasn't exactly, but he saw a lot of potential in it.

Once the waitress was off to get them a million things that were probably miniature, Clint rested his elbow on the table and offered a goofy sort of smile.

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hourglasss
2019-06-01 05:53 am UTC (link)

Potential, that was a good word for it, and it made Natasha happy the same way she could tell that it was working on Clint, too. There had been no discussion, no pre-planning, and - even if it was only a kids' restaurant, not even corporate espionage (the easiest kind of espionage), there was something that just felt good about it. How easy it was for the two of them to fall into sync, to trust the other and match what they were given, to build on it. Just the jump and the assurance that the other person would catch them, like success was all but assured.

She had missed this. She hadn't realized how much she had missed this in the last few years, what it felt like to just be best friends. To have fun with each other. Though - maybe that was part of the purpose of a date, too, they were supposed to be fun things to do. Even first dates with all the where'd you grow up what do you do how many siblings any hobbies what are your worst political opinions small talk they entailed.

They'd been past that for years. It made her smile back at him, one that probably could have also qualified as goofy.

"Okay," she said. "So we've got coffee and dessert on the way. We've already done the first kiss. And jumped a couple steps past it. We already know there's not going to be any will he call? mystery at the end of this, because you're very much mine." She grinned, nudging his ankle again. "I think we're great at dating, we're nailing this. Should have been doing this for years, I can't imagine why I never gave one of these a real shot."

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today_sucks
2019-06-06 04:18 pm UTC (link)

Well, that was the best part about dating someone you already knew and really liked as a person. It could be dating just as much as it was being best friends. They could be both at the same time -- and Clint very much thought that was what this was. Just two best friends out on a date to eat children's cookies amongst a landscape of pink, pink and more pink.

It was fun.

He didn't know at all why'd he'd been nervous to begin with. That'd been stupid of him. The kind of stupid that only came with overthinking a situation. Which, okay, was something he did a lot of, but still. He probably shouldn't have in this instance. Even if Natasha liked the blazer.

"Right?" He asked, grinning stupid and besotted at Natasha, because he couldn't not, he had no idea how not to at this point. Every look he gave her was just rife with adoration. "We're great at this. Experts. I'm pretty sure we could write a book about it. You know, to help people who aren't nearly so lucky."

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