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[fistmele]

Y'know, it'd be nice to have some consistency. Not just when you feel like it.

—In case you're feeling up to listening to requests, which I doubt, but I figure I'll take my chances while you're still around and tuning in.

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[bolshoi]

Is it true they call you maggots or is that only in the films? [ be true be true be true ]

[fistmele]

Sure. [ Maybe this is the wrong thing to admit...... ] Don't think it'd stop you either way though, would it?

[bolshoi]

My skin is thicker than it looks.

[fistmele]

Always has been.

[bolshoi]

[ just a blink and there's no more i'm-so-sneaky arrogance to be found. ]

What is your name?

[fistmele]

[ He eyes her carefully. Yeah; this part's pretty familiar. ]

Clint Barton. Hawkeye. [ A beat. ] Don't think that's gonna mean much to you, though.

[bolshoi]

And what do you know about me? [ can't be much. can't be more than she's supposed to. ]

[fistmele]

You? Not much. [ A beat. ] Someone like you? Just the things she tells me, but it's close enough.

[ He doesn't try to change it, the wry twist to his mouth. ] She knows me pretty well though.

[bolshoi]

[ seems she wandered into another widow's web. there are twenty-seven more of them. which makes her uncomfortable, so she puts on a charming smile, if her gaze doesn't soften at all. ]

What a burden for the both of you.

[fistmele]

[ Tell Clint and he'd say, that's new, because 27's just another number to him. But another Widow? C'mon.

Clint's a sentimental asshole, and he couldn't forget Natasha's face even if he tried. ]

Would you even believe me if I said we were partners?