[For the record, she's not actually starving, she's just used to food that's a lot, ah, more organic. Not that she doesn't love a good boxed dinner, don't get her wrong her cabinets boast a wealth of Kraft Mac-N-Cheese, it's just that this is so far from what she knows that she would kill for like, a decent burger. Or man. A pancake.
She orders her latte (basic white girl, she'll never not be one), and okay yeah by the time they're sitting those sandwiches and muffins are right up there on the hamburger pancake list. She's halfway into a bite when Nat asks her the question and she chokes a little, coughing to get it down and then drags a drink of her coffee.
It's way too hot to serve the purpose properly, but she toughs it out because that's the kind of person she is. One with fortitude. It's what makes her such a good partner]
What, the ramen? [okay definitely not if the look Nat sends her is any indication] Oh, the suit! That suit. Like the suit. Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Ninja?
No. Clint and I burned it in his backyard while we workshopped superhero names.
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She orders her latte (basic white girl, she'll never not be one), and okay yeah by the time they're sitting those sandwiches and muffins are right up there on the hamburger pancake list. She's halfway into a bite when Nat asks her the question and she chokes a little, coughing to get it down and then drags a drink of her coffee.
It's way too hot to serve the purpose properly, but she toughs it out because that's the kind of person she is. One with fortitude. It's what makes her such a good partner]
What, the ramen? [okay definitely not if the look Nat sends her is any indication] Oh, the suit! That suit. Like the suit. Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Ninja?
No. Clint and I burned it in his backyard while we workshopped superhero names.