[Well... that one made more sense than fondue had. Not that he'd ever admit that little slip to her. God, he could just imagine the fondue pots left outside his door. Invitations to dinner and oh, look, fondue. Natasha could be very unsubtle in her teasing.
But that was just who she was. Subtle didn't work for her, the real her. Not the Natasha on a mission playing version eight of herself.]
How about we go with 'no'. I haven't exactly been looking for Ms. Right. More like a way home.
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[Well... that one made more sense than fondue had. Not that he'd ever admit that little slip to her. God, he could just imagine the fondue pots left outside his door. Invitations to dinner and oh, look, fondue. Natasha could be very unsubtle in her teasing.
But that was just who she was. Subtle didn't work for her, the real her. Not the Natasha on a mission playing version eight of herself.]
How about we go with 'no'. I haven't exactly been looking for Ms. Right. More like a way home.