Chuckling again at that little pout, Clint wanted nothing more than to nibble that lower lip but somehow managed to restrain himself. They would end up eating something cold out of a can if they kept that up.
Still, he couldn’t help but find Natasha’s frustration adorable. Always good to know he wasn’t the only one that was having a hard time focusing and keeping his hands to himself. Her answer was surprising, however, until he thought about it. He figured she would give him some tedious task to do that he could easily screw up, not ask him to oversee the whole thing, but if he was actually working he would be on his feet, and he saw through her request almost instantly. If he was just giving orders he could do so sitting down so as not to aggravate his injury.
“Alright, what do we got here,” he said, surveying what she had laid out. “Rice, meat... did you have particular plans for this or you want me to make something up?”
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Date: 2014-08-24 09:20 pm (UTC)Still, he couldn’t help but find Natasha’s frustration adorable. Always good to know he wasn’t the only one that was having a hard time focusing and keeping his hands to himself. Her answer was surprising, however, until he thought about it. He figured she would give him some tedious task to do that he could easily screw up, not ask him to oversee the whole thing, but if he was actually working he would be on his feet, and he saw through her request almost instantly. If he was just giving orders he could do so sitting down so as not to aggravate his injury.
“Alright, what do we got here,” he said, surveying what she had laid out. “Rice, meat... did you have particular plans for this or you want me to make something up?”