thoughtformed | Text to Natasha

I'm not moping.

It's moping, don't argue. And ice cream cures everything.

Fine.

See you in a few.

[And Clint is waiting downstairs, idly scrolling through his phone. This stupid game he has on here sucks.]

[ She's downstairs in a few moments, hair pulled back, dressed casually. ] Let's get this over with. I just got to the climax of Anna Karenina.

Heaven forbid I pull you from your pretentious hipster books.

[He quickly turns off the stupid game and shoves his phone into his pocket.]

There's a place down the street.

Edited 2012-07-21 03:59 (UTC)

Reading is a perfectly acceptable hobby, unlike stuffing yourself with reality TV. [ But she follows, folding her arms as they walk. ]

At least I don't watch American Idol like Coulson does.

[Real Housewives is perfectly acceptable television okay. And he only watches it to make people angry.

Ha. He wins.]

Reading is fine I read plenty. But those books are ridiculous.

"Those books" are classics. [ Is she a little more on edge than usual? Maybe. Or maybe she really is just that annoyed that he's bothering her about this. It's hard to say. ]

Says you. [Says the guy who thinks Harry Potter is classic.

He doesn't know anything.]

So. Tell me what's going on.

Nothing is going on. [ She glances up at him. ] Why?

Right. Nothing's going on. It's not like your mood hasn't changed the past week or so.

I'm fine. [ Remember this distance Clint? It should be pretty painfully familiar. ]

[All too familiar. He puts two and two together pretty quickly.]

So that happened.

[ She manages to hide the scowl. ] Nothing happened that wasn't going to anyway.

[A brief glance at her.The ice cream place was a couple of buildings down.]

Oh, so you didn't want to try this time.

Excuse you? [ She stops in her tracks, and fixes him with a nasty glare. ]

[He stops and turns to her. UMAD?]

Why are you stopping? We haven't gotten ice cream yet. Let's go.

[ SHE MAD. ] I'm not going.

[Deal with it.] Untwist your panties and move it, Romanoff. I want ice cream and you're coming with me.

What I do with the people I'm with is none of your damn business. [ Panties: Still twisted. Moving it: not happening. ]

Kind of my business when you're moping all around the Tower with your books. I don't like to see you upset.

Hence ice cream. Come on.

I'm not upset. I have nothing to be upset about.

Okay, fine. You're not upset. Let's go.

If I'm not upset, there's no reason for me to go.

Can't a guy take his best friend out for ice cream? It's what people kidnapped on some tiny island do, right?

[ She can see he's not going to let it go, and so she sighs, relenting, dropping her arms and moving forward. ] Fine.

[He nods, and literally within like five minutes, they're there.

Clint's like a little kid around ice cream. He just loves the stuff. It reminds him of simpler times, of his brother and when things weren't complicated. Before everything changed.

He's quick to order, a waffle bowl with chocolate ice cream with cookie dough mixed in.]

[ He knows very well how she feels about his ridiculous sugar addiction-- she's just got a simple birthday cake ice cream bowl, small in size, with nothing mixed in.

It is good, though, and she won't deny that. FrozenRock Creamery is pretty much the best on New Moore. ] You're gonna get cavities.

I learned how to properly brush my teeth as a kid, Tasha. I'm a big boy.

[A large spoonful popped into his mouth and oh dear gods he was in heaven. Ugh, excellent. Ice cream was an amazing idea.

He eyes her though. There was just something off about her. She wasn't fine, like she said, nor was she okay. It was just something he could sense about her.

But he'd rather eat more of his ice cream before going knee-deep into that pit.]

[ She wrinkles her nose just the tiniest bit. She understands having a sweet tooth (she won't even deny that she has one herself), but Clint? Was kind of ridiculous. But she follows suit, silently digging into her ice cream, eating it slowly and savoring it.

She was trying very, very hard to not think about why he called her out here in the first place. Made things easier that way. ]

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