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Taste of Thai, Saturday Evening

Fact: Natasha needed dinner. Other fact: Natasha couldn't cook. Well, she could microwave things and make eggs. That was about it. Cooking was simply not part of the standard assassin skill set, and she'd never been anything else, so there had never been opportunity for her to learn. And the SHIELD cafeteria was open twenty-four hours a day.

But now? Takeout. Lots of takeout, and thank goodness that for such a tiny island this place had a decent selection of restaurants. Today she felt like Thai, so she headed over there and placed an order for dinner--plus enough to reheat for lunch and dinner tomorrow. Mmm. Noodles.

((Open restaurant is open!))

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Noodles were always good. Especially when you were a growing boy. A growing, healing from a big, gaping injury boy.

"Hey," Tony said, nodding at the redhead as he searched for what he wanted on the menu.

"Hello," Natasha said back. She didn't have that much experience with teenagers, especially boys, so she had no idea what was usual for them. Did they often greet strangers? Was this his teenaged idea of hitting on her? Because she got that a lot.

Well, Natasha. Since you're not blond, you're safe from this version of Tony Stark.

For now.

"New in town?" Not that Tony was normal when it came to teenage behavior.

"Pretty much," Natasha confirmed. "I guess this place is small enough new people stand out, huh?"

"Welcome to the magic of Fandom," Tony replied with a wry grin. "You'll get used to it eventually."

A beat.

"Or move away."

"Well, then I hope I get used to it," Natasha said, smiling at the kid, "because I don't think I'll be moving away any time soon." Unless Fury gave her new orders, in which case she'd be gone in sixty seconds. "You must be a student at the school, right?"

As she should!

"Name's Tony," he said, offering a hand. "And I am indeed a student. Most people here are."

"The ones under eighteen, anyway," Natasha observed. She took his hand, giving him far less handshake than she was capable of. "I'm Natasha. My friend and I took over the town gym recently."

"Clint," Tony said, eyes going wide for a moment. "Well. This is going to be awkward, isn't it?"

"You know Clint?" Natasha asked. She was really going to have to start comparing notes with him more often. She made a mental note about it. Possibly it would involve yelling, depending on how the rest of this conversation went. "I don't think he mentioned a Tony..." But then he hadn't mentioned his mouthy doppelganger, either.

"Tony Stark," he said with an apologetic shrug. "Age seventeen and not fighting aliens."

A beat.

"As far as I know. Things are getting weird back home with mutants starting to show up..."

"Tony Stark," she echoed. And then, "I am going to kill him."

"If it helps, I didn't tell him until he talked up the other me for a while." Which was nice.

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You know who else loved noodles? Bobby Drake. Bobby Drake loved noodles. Well, okay, he loved all food, but Thai was apparently on today's agenda.

And doing a double-take when he spotted Natasha.

"...Tasha?" he ventured tentatively. Could just be a look-alike. Although he'd yet to run in to any of those; usually the people who looked like people from his world were just... from a different version of it.

"Have we met?" Natasha asked, even though she knew the answer was no. In her line of work it didn't do to forget people.

Well, it was only half no.

"The answer to that is either yes, no, or yes and no at the same time," Bobby offered helpfully. "See, if you're the person I'm thinking of- Natasha Romanova- then I've met you, at the very least. It's entirely possible that you haven't met me yet though. Unless you're not her at all, in which case we're only just meeting now."

"I have definitely never met you," Natasha said, wondering if in this kid's universe she'd finally gotten SHIELD to fix her paperwork so her name wasn't bizarrely misromanized. And if he could tell her how she'd done it. "But I am Natasha Romanoff..."

"Bobby Drake," he said, not even blinking at the slightly different surname as he stuck out a hand for a handshake. He'd had it explained to him once that it was the version she used when she felt like laughing at people who were too stupid to know that wasn't how Russian surnames worked. "I- guess you could say I worked with the other-you for a while." He wasn't really fond of going in to too much detail regarding that sort of thing when there could be squirrels around.

"Oh really?" Natasha asked. Most people who had worked with her were either dead or smart enough not to bring it up in public, fellow Avengers notwithstanding. "Did she run a gym, too?"

Well, to be fair, it wasn't like anyone on-island who didn't already know (some version of) her would've had the slightest clue what sort of work she did when not running gyms.

"Ahhh, no. It was a little more- freelance."

"I don't do personal trainer stuff," Natasha said, doing a magnificent job of sounding puzzled while her eyes told Bobby that We Do Not Talk About This In Public, Kid. Whether he got the memo or not was up to him.

"Right," Bobby nodded. "Of course." He got the message clear enough, a sheepish little shrug accompanying his words. Yes ladies and gentlemen, it was apparently possible for Bobby Drake to take a hint. Try not to faint from shock.

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"And I don't work with kids." Then, without turning an eyelash, she added, "Not that you're not welcome at the gym, I mean."

Well, maybe she didn't, but the one he'd lived with in LA certainly had. "Good to know," he said. "I might check it out sometime." He was pretty sure she had reason to be in Fandom beyond 'just running a gym', but. Clearly she wasn't about to get into it. He could respect that.

"You should do that," Natasha agreed. "We're trying to get some business stirred up."