[ She throws him a glance. It's a little amused, still edging on bored, and she doesn't hide the way her eyes etch him up and down. It's not appreciative. Her gaze sticks on his mask for a microsecond before she puts her fork back into her tin can. Metal on metal rattles around. ]
Hi.
[ Wordlessly, she offers him her can. Natasha still looks mildly amused about his get up, which is maybe a little hypocritical. ]
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Hi.
[ Wordlessly, she offers him her can. Natasha still looks mildly amused about his get up, which is maybe a little hypocritical. ]
"The Flash."