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"You've reached Natasha Romanov. Please leave a message."

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[awwnoun]

Hawkeye. [ Sniff. ] Which is fair.

[redrooms]

Don't be vague. You're very good at being Hawkeye when you aren't setting ridiculous, unrealistic expectations for yourself.

[awwnoun]

But that's what I'm good aaat, Natasha. [ He whines, over the top. He also deadweights on her because why not. ]

[redrooms]

[Natasha lets out a quiet, complaining sound, though she doesn't move. You're heavy, Barton.]

It's at the top of your list of talents, right below draping yourself all over me. Archery is down around number ten.

[awwnoun]

Well, that's mean. [ Clint says, but he's grinning up at her from where he's flopped out entirely in her lap. ] I'll have you know Archery is number nine. Number ten is inventing sweet arrows.

[redrooms]

I should have never given you any of those silly arrows in the first place. I ruined you.

[Admittedly, he's invented much fancier and much more useful arrows since then, but she isn't going to tell him that.]

[awwnoun]

[ He makes a face up at her, very maturely sticking out his tongue. ]

I'm fine being ruined, I guess.

[redrooms]

[She smiles down at him, covering his mouth with her hand and completely ignoring the slobber that entails. It's a relief to see him being silly, even if it's just temporary.]

And how are you doing with the bow I gave you? Hitting the target every time yet?

[awwnoun]

[ Good that she ignores it because he definitely licks her hand. As for the question, he only sort of falters. ]

Yeah, definitely. [ He doesn't want to ruin the joking. ] That's my whole schtick, Nat, come on.

[redrooms]

[She notices, but she figures he doesn't need another serious conversation, so she wipes the spit off on his coat and ignores it.]

Of course it is. How could I doubt you? You'll be terrorizing the town in no time.

[awwnoun]

I'm already terrorizing you. [ Nyeehhh. ]

[redrooms]

[She rolls her eyes.]

For ten long years. I'll never escape you, will I?

[awwnoun]

Nope. I'm ten years in, Nat, there's no way I'm stopping now.

[redrooms]

[She smiles, leaning over to kiss him on the forehead.]

Thank god for that.