It's a fair concern to have, considering Barton is one of the few people Natasha trusts completely. Enough to let him see her at her weakest. But he has a wife and family. She can't compete and so she never tried. Any desire there had been would have been crushed years ago. Han has nothing to worry about. But he has no way of knowing without asking.
Nat stops at the concession that Han doesn't know what he's doing. She knows enough to know that he never offers up that admission easily. He sounds tense. She walks right back in and leans in the doorway, a small casual smile on her face. Supportive, Natasha. You brought him here to feel less helpless remember?
"Those blue pants there, the worn ones. The soft black shirt you just moved a minute ago. The blaster will have to be hidden while we walk in daylight, but we'll figure out a way for you to keep it close at hand." She closes the distance between them and traces a finger down the coat he's still wearing.
"And if things go south, it's good to know you can fill this out. Having competent backup with me isn't something I"m used to having."
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on 2017-08-10 05:45 pm (UTC)Nat stops at the concession that Han doesn't know what he's doing. She knows enough to know that he never offers up that admission easily. He sounds tense. She walks right back in and leans in the doorway, a small casual smile on her face. Supportive, Natasha. You brought him here to feel less helpless remember?
"Those blue pants there, the worn ones. The soft black shirt you just moved a minute ago. The blaster will have to be hidden while we walk in daylight, but we'll figure out a way for you to keep it close at hand." She closes the distance between them and traces a finger down the coat he's still wearing.
"And if things go south, it's good to know you can fill this out. Having competent backup with me isn't something I"m used to having."