welp.

[debts]

—and we're back.

I don't think anybody's surprised.

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[recalibration]

[ you're this fool's work wife partner, natasha romanoff. ]

If they're anything like the last place you were at, I think you'll do just fine. Let me know, I'll send you a postcard. You like Ferris Wheels right?

[debts]

Sure. [ I used to sounds a little cruel, at this point. ]

Think you'll have time to come visit?

[recalibration]

Wouldn't be the first time I had my orders changed on me. [ the corner of his mouth curves up. ] You going for survival of the fittest again?

[debts]

[ Her shoulders draw together into a small half-shrug. ]

That does seem to be a recurring theme.

[recalibration]

Beats playing house. [ clearly not his strong suit. ]

Keep me posted. Who knows, I might do more than visit.

[debts]

[ Natasha almost smiles. ]

You can't deny we're good at it.

[ Playing house, she means. ]

[recalibration]

[ he doesn't bother trying to hide his. ]

Well, we do get a lot of practice in.

[debts]

I wonder why.

[ Hint: because UST and angst. ]

[recalibration]

Don't question what works, Nat. You'll jinx it.

[ the crushing guilt and unresolved emotions makes for fantastic sex times. ]