Natasha doesn't quite expect the brutality she sees in his smile. The one that says 'im going to enjoy hurting these people but I won't let them die'. This one isn't an assassin, isn't a spy.
It makes her smile that smile that's mostly in her eyes as she turns her attention back to the jet.
By the time they land and make it to the safe house it's nearly dawn. The tripwires and safeties are all in place--a good sign that the safehouse wasn't compromised. So they weren't discovered probably, either caught or dead. Neither of which is good news, but it does put the potential hunt for leaked secrets a lot less likely.
Natasha does a sweep of the house before clearing a duffel bag of weapons off of the single couch inside.
"..Well." She gives Clint a look. "This could be worse." Not by much, though.
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on 2016-02-20 04:45 am (UTC)Natasha doesn't quite expect the brutality she sees in his smile. The one that says 'im going to enjoy hurting these people but I won't let them die'. This one isn't an assassin, isn't a spy.
It makes her smile that smile that's mostly in her eyes as she turns her attention back to the jet.
By the time they land and make it to the safe house it's nearly dawn. The tripwires and safeties are all in place--a good sign that the safehouse wasn't compromised. So they weren't discovered probably, either caught or dead. Neither of which is good news, but it does put the potential hunt for leaked secrets a lot less likely.
Natasha does a sweep of the house before clearing a duffel bag of weapons off of the single couch inside.
"..Well." She gives Clint a look. "This could be worse." Not by much, though.