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@#$%^&*( I need to be getting ready for school and Natasha wants to tell me about how she and Clint met. DAMN YOU FANDOM.
(I didn't mean it, fandom baby, I love you, really, I know I can change you, this can all work out, it'll be beautiful...)
(I didn't mean it, fandom baby, I love you, really, I know I can change you, this can all work out, it'll be beautiful...)
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Another snippet because I luff you:
“You know where to find me.”
And she does. It’s a penthouse apartment with frosted glass walls and a wraparound balcony; it’s where her target was supposed to have been staying until he unexpectedly cleared out and Robin Hood moved in. He spends most of his time out on the balcony, sitting with his legs dangling out over the edge and his arms folded on the wrought-iron railing, bow in his lap. Sometimes he watches her watch him from her abandoned townhouse a block away, and sometimes he pretends he doesn’t even know she’s there.
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Spying=flirting with these two. :)
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