I'm not one to complain too much if someone else is cooking and it's not poisoned.
[It saves her cooking for herself, which more than one person may have commented on being less than ideal. It's less that she can't cook and more that she rarely puts out the effort to make something too complete.]
That said, the first time Castle was here, I got a burger out of it.
Should we worry if there's been a trend of men trying to feed us?
Possibly. If it were women, I'd wonder about the whole Hansel und Gretel theme, but with men. Hm. The phrase is 'the key to a man's heart', but what does it mean when it's switched? I'm sure there's some folk- or fairytale out there that covers something more sinister beneath the layers.
[ Sounds like a future event idea, though, considering their conversation is hypothetical and for the humorous distraction. ]
[ She snorts as it comes back to their mutual friend, shaking her head while drinking more. ]
Jesus, because out of all of us, he's really the one to worry about, da?
[ Neither of them know it was a Steve that killed her future self, a twisted version turned Hydra. James didn't get to reveal that fucked fact before disappearing. ]
It's almost amusing, how emotional he is and how emotional we can not be.
[ Carefully treading, Natalia gives a cursory look around them before offering -- ] I hope you know that whatever you say stays between us. Because I'm guessing that you can't exactly talk to him or Bucky about it.
[ She doesn't know the Thor well enough, but considering how little his name crops up, seems safe to assume he doesn't make the list either. ]
They're SHIELD. Which only goes so far, doesn't it? I would trust them to track the changes, participate. But I'd also keep an eye on what they do with that information.
(sighs) If this were Facebook and I was asked to rate my relationship with S.H.I.E.L.D., I would check "It's complicated" without hesitation. (nods) I'll give them the basics, then. Get a feel and let you know anything worth relaying. Is the information easily accessible to copy?
[ She waves out a hand, silently prompting Natasha to buy said drink but verbally adding -- ] Mine has a preference for energy drinks, so I'll let you choose something worthy enough.
[ It's fitting, for how much of a trainwreck the poor guy can be. ]
[ She wrinkles her nose and adamantly shakes her head. ] Even though I'm fortunate enough to not experience the crash that comes with it, the closest I could compromise would be the Starbucks ones.
[ Snorting, Natalia raises what's left of her own drink and declares -- ] To something a little more alcoholic! [ -- before knocking the contents back. Here's hoping the serum holds up and keep intoxication at bay. ]
[Natasha comes back with two shots of something that looks like knock off Wild Turkey, and the stubborn determination that is she gets a little drunk, it won't be that drunk.
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[It saves her cooking for herself, which more than one person may have commented on being less than ideal. It's less that she can't cook and more that she rarely puts out the effort to make something too complete.]
That said, the first time Castle was here, I got a burger out of it.
Should we worry if there's been a trend of men trying to feed us?
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[ Sounds like a future event idea, though, considering their conversation is hypothetical and for the humorous distraction. ]
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[That fattening them up possibility can't be off the table. She doesn't doubt there's someone who'd do that here.]
Still, I'm not entirely sure I trust it.
[That last part is a joke though. It's still Steve they're talking about.]
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Jesus, because out of all of us, he's really the one to worry about, da?
[ Neither of them know it was a Steve that killed her future self, a twisted version turned Hydra. James didn't get to reveal that fucked fact before disappearing. ]
It's almost amusing, how emotional he is and how emotional we can not be.
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[Like so many things in their lives. Who would have imagined assassins would become heroes in the first place?]
He's... more reserved in my time. He's been through a lot. We all have. I suppose I should be happy to have this version of him.
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[ She doesn't know the Thor well enough, but considering how little his name crops up, seems safe to assume he doesn't make the list either. ]
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#blackwidowproblems]
If there's someone whose discretion I trust, it would be you.
[It's a sizable if, but still.]
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Those doctors who were testing blood and keeping track of things; are they trustworthy with this information?
[ Waggles fingers to indicate her claws. ]
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Two months ago, I would have said yes. Now...
[Well.]
They're SHIELD. Which only goes so far, doesn't it? I would trust them to track the changes, participate. But I'd also keep an eye on what they do with that information.
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[ Easy for people like them, that is. ]
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[A shrug, her lips pursed slightly.]
Agent Fitz has a habit of underestimating the intelligence of field agents.
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[ Feeling very much like a metrodome, Natalia slides back into Barton territory. ]
With Clint; would it help you if we celebrated his birthday?
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[It might. Or it might make it worse. At this point, she's honestly hard pressed to say.]
It might be nice to do something in his honor, though.
A toast?
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[Clint was more of a good beer kind of a guy. Not cheap, but he didn't need to be fancy either.]
I'm sure we can find a whiskey his level.
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[ It's fitting, for how much of a trainwreck the poor guy can be. ]
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[Someone has to have standards. And it's not going to be him.]
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[Which is to say, coffee mostly.]
But right now, we'll go for something a little more alcoholic.
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She's always had a high tolerance.]
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[ Cheeky bitch is cheeky, and Natalia winks with the ghost of a smile while raising the shot in waiting. ]
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[It might not strictly speaking be true. But when have they stood on that.]
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To Clint.
[She throws back the shot.]
And to us.
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