[ This time, she doesn't resist the urge to roll her eyes. It is, somehow, fond, and full of some level of contempt that is complicated and not really true contempt. So it's a look she shoots Tony with singular and specific regularity.
Used to. Used to shoot Tony with regularity, when compounds and living arrangements meant a closer orbit. ]
You're infuriating. [ She says, outloud, to underscore the point. She drinks her tea. Follows that up with: ] And I like you, as a person.
[ Which is one of her own, irritating qualities. It's also profoundly simplistic. Natasha doesn't say anything about the Accords, or how she's not angry at him, and she doesn't offer to apologize. Shoulders hitch into a small shrug. ]
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Used to. Used to shoot Tony with regularity, when compounds and living arrangements meant a closer orbit. ]
You're infuriating. [ She says, outloud, to underscore the point. She drinks her tea. Follows that up with: ] And I like you, as a person.
[ Which is one of her own, irritating qualities. It's also profoundly simplistic. Natasha doesn't say anything about the Accords, or how she's not angry at him, and she doesn't offer to apologize. Shoulders hitch into a small shrug. ]
I'm also a really cheap date.
[ He did bring her flowers. Flower. A flower. ]