[He gestures to himself, raises his eyebrows. Again, he doesn't expect he needs to give her many clues. He expects she's already figured him out.
The truth of course is that a lot of what seems clumsy or thoughtless or dense about Clint Barton is actually - well - manufactured. He puts on a persona that invites people to underestimate him, to forget about him, even when he's sitting right there next to them or living in the next room over.
But he knows better than to think he could fool Natasha. Not her. Not any version of her.]
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[He gestures to himself, raises his eyebrows. Again, he doesn't expect he needs to give her many clues. He expects she's already figured him out.
The truth of course is that a lot of what seems clumsy or thoughtless or dense about Clint Barton is actually - well - manufactured. He puts on a persona that invites people to underestimate him, to forget about him, even when he's sitting right there next to them or living in the next room over.
But he knows better than to think he could fool Natasha. Not her. Not any version of her.]