"Her name's Laura." Natasha is staring down into her cup of coffee. After a long moment, she'll get up and go open up her cache. Passports, weapons, disguises. Standard items. Underneath is a hidden panel and an even deeper cache.
Out of there, she retrieves a small envelope and hands it to Clint. It's just one photo, wrapped in a hand written letter.
For your inevitable old-lady scrapbook:
From last year's 4th of July barbecue. The kids wouldn't stop talking about the fun they had with you watching 'em. Thanks from the Bartons, 'Auntie' Natasha.
It's a photo of Clint in a ridiculous grill apron, with a dark haired woman at his side, and two kids waving eagerly into the camera. All happy, smiling faces.
"...I know it's a liability for me to keep that. I try to be careful with it."
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Out of there, she retrieves a small envelope and hands it to Clint. It's just one photo, wrapped in a hand written letter.
For your inevitable old-lady scrapbook:
From last year's 4th of July barbecue. The kids wouldn't stop talking about the fun they had with you watching 'em. Thanks from the Bartons, 'Auntie' Natasha.
It's a photo of Clint in a ridiculous grill apron, with a dark haired woman at his side, and two kids waving eagerly into the camera. All happy, smiling faces.
"...I know it's a liability for me to keep that. I try to be careful with it."