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ʙᴀʀᴛᴏɴ (cauterising) wrote in somerealityrpg,

She'd be right about the gear, he had a compact grapple fitted under his sleeve around his forearm and knives in his boots, throw in the fact that about four stories down the building there was a grate he could use to grapple and catch himself and there wasn't a lot of worry for falling. Clint couldn't let himself fear heights, even after Natasha plummeted off a cliff in front of him.

"Now, was that a gift from Coulson, or was he punishing you?" Being in SHIELD jail wasn't uncommon for either of them if they were given too much downtime. Between riling one another up with whatever, playing pranks on the recruits or Natasha just scaring the ever loving shit out of people, they probably got on Fury's last nerve a lot of the time. At least until Stark came along and Fury got properly involved in his little initiative plans. "You? Mouthing off? Never heard such slander." There was only so much they could take when they were the ones dealing with shitty assignments.

"Lila liked crunchy." It was low, but not entirely horrible to bring up, which was something. But it wasn't like he'd mentioned any of his kids in almost five years. But Natasha, well, Natasha would understand. "I swear she did it just to get the whole jar to herself." He wouldn't have put it past her, she was cunning like Nat was. But as Natasha took a spot beside him, on the edge, "Never known you to really be scared of anything." He still made a point of hooking his leg around her ankle, locking them up. "I got you anyway."