"You are the one who told me I needed to catch up on my science fiction," he returns, absently patting his pocket to make sure his notebook is still there. There are a few more entries in it now than there were six months ago. "How will I manage without you there to show me the ropes?"
They both know he'll manage just fine, but the camaraderie is good. It's easy, and calming; something like a salve on what have been frayed nerves for too many months now. "How's Barton readjusting?"
Steve checked in on him, too, but Natasha knows him better than anyone else save for maybe Fury and Hill -- and Coulson, when he was alive.
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"You are the one who told me I needed to catch up on my science fiction," he returns, absently patting his pocket to make sure his notebook is still there. There are a few more entries in it now than there were six months ago. "How will I manage without you there to show me the ropes?"
They both know he'll manage just fine, but the camaraderie is good. It's easy, and calming; something like a salve on what have been frayed nerves for too many months now. "How's Barton readjusting?"
Steve checked in on him, too, but Natasha knows him better than anyone else save for maybe Fury and Hill -- and Coulson, when he was alive.