Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov
“Are you flirting with me?”
“I’m flirting with you,” Clint agreed.
“Why?” Clint cocked his head at her at the question.
“What do you mean why?”
“If there’s something you want to know, you can just ask me.”
“I’m flirting with you because I like you.” Her eyes widened at Clint’s easy admission, and he waited patiently for her to finish processing that information.
“Oh,” she finally replied. Clint nodded.
“Want to go the range and shoot things?”
For the first time since he had met her, Natasha gave a small but genuine smile. She nodded and grabbed her gun.
“You’re an archer, right?”
“Yup,” he nodded as they started walking. “Can you use a bow? Or do you stick to guns?”
“Mostly guns, but sometimes I’ll throw knives.”
“Can I see?” he asked, and when she turned and saw real interest on his face, she found herself nodding.