[ Her eyes clock the pack. Prepared. Smart enough that he looks like he's ready to run. Natasha smiles anyway, her mouth twitching up in one corner. She does, a little pointedly, reholster her gun.
Somewhere, Clint — the Clint she knows — would talk about how it's just a kid. Natasha knows that some people don't stay that way for long. ]
Hi.
[ She says simply, easily, then straightens a little. Her chin tips towards the monitor she's in front of, eyebrow cocking. ]
You're a little young to be in tech support. [ A joke. Because he looks like he crawled through the Amazonian jungle for a straight week rather than learn how to write Python in an office. ]
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Somewhere, Clint — the Clint she knows — would talk about how it's just a kid. Natasha knows that some people don't stay that way for long. ]
Hi.
[ She says simply, easily, then straightens a little. Her chin tips towards the monitor she's in front of, eyebrow cocking. ]
You're a little young to be in tech support. [ A joke. Because he looks like he crawled through the Amazonian jungle for a straight week rather than learn how to write Python in an office. ]