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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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[fistmele]

Yeah? [ His mouth quirks. ] Going soft on me, Romanoff?

[ Which, maybe, is Clint's less than subtle way of asking if she's doing okay. It's not a strike team with just one person, and these places are never that pleasant to be alone in. ]

[canbedeceitful]

[ She looks as if to be rolling her eyes without actually putting in the effort of doing it, seeing right through the fascade. ]

Keep dreaming, Barton. If you're looking for a damsel to swoop in and rescue, it's not gonna be me. [ Which is enough to state that she's getting by, even if there is a part of her that wouldn't mind him there to watch her back. ] It's been like the vacation I never got to have not having to track you down and save your ass for a change.

[fistmele]

[ He grins. Geez, Nat, he missed you too. ]

So what's is it like, then? Where you are?

[canbedeceitful]

[ She's flattered, really, she is. ]

It's not exactly New York, but it's got its charms. It's got fun mist that holds curses and creatures, which I intend to continue evading wherever possible, the fashion could be better, and the coffee isn't the best. It's never dull.

[fistmele]

[ Dryly: ] Sounds like a blast.

[ A beat, considering. ] We talking dull-dull or dull like Puerto Rico, dull?

[canbedeceitful]

[ There's a glint in her eye, mouth curling up at a corner. ]

Puerto Rico. Those were the days.

[fistmele]

Gotta be better than uh— monsters and fog, huh.

[canbedeceitful]

Can't really fight fog. It's disappointing.