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the TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT meme


1. Post with your character and their name/canon/pref in the subject.
2. Either post with a TFLN or just wait for someone.
3. Respond to people's texts or tag them with your own.
4. SHENANIGANS.

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[toxic-tsarina.insanejournal.com]

She lazily rolled her eyes at his echoed self-love. "Your room is it, then."

Natasha matched her pace to his and she would have been content in the silence if she knew his mind was at ease, too. But they weren't one in the same for nothing. She looked over at him and inquired, "What's up, Feathers? What are you dwelling over now?"

[ihazanest]

"That's a new one." He commented with a flicker of a smile, "What happened? Get tired of calling me 'birdbrain'?" For something that could have been snippy -as he was, on occasion- it really was just genuinely curious.

He palmed open the door to his windowless box of a room, likely much the same as her own, though perhaps with the bed, chair, dresser and workdesk in a slightly different configuration, and, of course, with his clothes strewn over the chair instead of packed away tidily like hers would be, "Here we are, home sweet home."

[toxic-tsarina.insanejournal.com]

"Need to mix it up sometimes. If you always know what's coming, where's the fun in that? Before I know it, you would start finishing my lines for me. And that'd get old fast. I happen to like feathers, anyway."

Nat was well aware he averted her question and she came back to it while shedding the layers of her outfit. She'd long since developed this sort of comfortable attitude around Barton, though honestly, she had more important things to worry about most days than something as trivial as modesty. If they couldn't be mature enough to be in her presence when she needed to change or undress for whatever reason, than maybe they needed to reconsider their line of work. And with Barton, well. It was nothing he hadn't seen before.

"You avoiding my question deliberately or making me wait for suspense?"

She watched him while picking at the discarded articles of his around her, sniffing for something clean enough to don.

[ihazanest]

Most of the strewn laundry was clean, at least, any of it on the chair and over the desk was, the ground cover layer was what still needed to be washed. Getting undressed, and sometimes redressed, around each other was nothing new, in fact, sometimes it was a necessity, as there had been more than once that they'd had to patch each other up in a hurry and get the hell out.

He should have known she'd realize the stalling for what it was, she was better at that than he was, likely because she'd been trained for it and he'd just sort of picked it up along the way. He gave a shrug, whipping his shirt off over his head and kicking off his shoes at the same time, he had this down to a science, "You already told me not to apologize for it, so I'm not."

[toxic_tsarina]

Tasha sighed and crossed over to him. Her touch to his forearm was more firm than gentle. She wasn't one to freely offer hugs, the sentiment usually lost on her, but she wasn't completely black hearted either. The contact was meant to reiterate her point and to ground him.

"Hey, I told you to forget it. That wasn't you, Clint, that was all the bastard, Loki. You know we're good. I don't hold any of it against you."

She dropped her hand back to her side and snickered. "Besides, we got a good scrap out of it, right?"

Teeth biting and hair pulling, all.

[ihazanest]

He still wasn't sure what part of it had been Loki's control and what part of it had just been him, or if it had all been Loki. Which Natasha seemed to believe it was. He was just going to rely on her certainty despite his own nagging doubts, it had pulled him through before.

There was a small, crooked smile at the question, "Yeah, guess we did. Just like the schoolyard, and I'm going to be lucky if you didn't give me rabies." He added, giving her hair a gentle tug. There was still a swatch of bandage around his arm where she'd bitten him, though it was just to keep it covered as a precaution, since there was no sign of infection.

[toxic-tsarina.insanejournal.com]

She rested her hands on her hips, arching both brows at him. "Are you indicating I'm diseased or something, Agent Barton?"

Though her tone was suddenly deadly serious, Nat was teasing with a glint in her eyes, and was more than happy to turn things back to the lighter side. She was never quite comfortable with dealing with sympathy in situations beyond people's control. In her eyes, it seemed unnecessary to apologize for such things, though it offered whatever level of help to the confessor.

[ihazanest]

"Hey, they say the easiest way to tell if an animal's got rabies is that it's not afraid of people." He shrugged, sprawling himself out on the bed, but leaving space for her, even as he did so, "And you're not afraid of anybody as far as I know." He knew, of course, that she had a healthy wariness of certain kinds of people, but he'd never seen her actually afraid of anyone, and especially no one in particular.

If she wasn't going to dwell on it, he wasn't going to let himself either, at least not while he was in her company. He'd probably dwell on it plenty when he was alone, he already had been.

[toxic_tsarina]

It was enough to get a chuckle out of her as she collapsed next to him in a slightly more graceful manner. "Thanks, Clint. Pretty clever of you, too, turning that around into a compliment. It's a smart way to stay in my good graces."

Even though she still gently kicked out at his legs. Compliments for personal gain were wasted on her unless she was in undercover mode, in which case she could play the silly, twitter, eye-lash batting woman with ease. Compliments on her work she appreciated more. She didn't need them to know how well she executed most jobs like most women, always seeking acceptance, but it helped keep her focused in knowing she wasn't having a relapse.

Natasha curled on her side so that she was facing him, tucking her hands under her head. Another yawn escaped her and she waited to say, "If you try to apologize again, I'll kick your ass. We clear?"

[ihazanest]

He smiled at the kicking, nudging back just as gently, settling in, one arm folded beneath his head, the other draped across her waist, it was comfortable, and would prevent his arm from going numb just in case something happened and they had to move quickly. He was good at that kind of practicality, when it suited him to be so.

He nodded, letting his eyes close, "Yes ma'am." To her credit, he wouldn't be trying again, though he would still try to differentiate between what had been his own mind and what hadn't, and, inevitably, feel like he should apologize.