Atlas Gym, Tuesday

[imablackwidowbaby]

If anyone, human or rodent, happened by, Natasha would appear to be updating records in the gym's computer system today.

What Natasha was actually doing was running an extensive and exhaustive background check on the bartender Clint was dating. As one did. If one was a spy by trade.

The gym was totally open, though.

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[throughaphase]

Of course that had to be the day Kitty came in while Natasha was working, because that was just how things worked. And it'd be rude to just waltz past without even saying hi...

"Hey," she greeted her with a little smile. "Natasha, right?"

[imablackwidowbaby]

Natasha glanced up from glaring at the budget, and only the budget, really she swore, and said, her tone and face neutral, "Yes. And you're Kitty."

[throughaphase]

"Yeah," she said, and added a little wave, because... for some reason. It just felt like the thing to do. "I thought I should actually meet you for real and not like, when everything's all... horrible."

[imablackwidowbaby]

"Well, it's nice to meet you while I'm myself again," Natasha said, smiling.

[throughaphase]

"You, too." She paused, and admitted, "I feel like I should have come over here with more than a 'hi' somehow?"

[imablackwidowbaby]

"Sorry," Natasha said, sounding genuinely apologetic, "I'm just a little distracted. Work, you know? Getting the numbers to line up right can be such a headache."

[throughaphase]

"Oh, I know. Do you need help? I'm really good at making that stuff cooperate," Kitty offered.

[imablackwidowbaby]

"I'm good right now," Natasha said, "but if I hit a stumbling block I may have to take you up on that."

[throughaphase]

"Anytime," Kitty said. "I'm the easiest ever to find."

[so_hawkward]

Clint felt like his ears should be burning didn't want Natasha to get lonely so, when it seemed like an appropriate time, he stopped by some of the shops in town and came in with caffeine and some baked goods. "Hey there. Having fun?"

[imablackwidowbaby]

"Just working on the budget," Natasha said. And by 'working on the budget' she of course meant 'running criminal record checks on several different databases.' "And you?"

[so_hawkward]

"I'm good, but I'm not the one hard at work at the moment," Clint said, trying to peer around to see the computer screen. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

[imablackwidowbaby]

Just the budget on the screen! Nothing to see here! "I don't know what you'd do without me, either," she told him wryly. "Not that I think...our employers would care if we ran this place in debt," she said, "but you know how I hate to see red in a ledger."

[so_hawkward]

Clint had to give her a fond smile at that. "You haven't gotten too bored here yet, have you? I know it hasn't always been exciting."

[imablackwidowbaby]

"Mostly I've been trying to erase everyone's memory of that week I ran around in black leather a lot," she said lightly.

[so_hawkward]

"Why would you want to do that? It's a nice memory for people to have, I'm sure," Clint said.

[imablackwidowbaby]

Natasha gave him an 'oh you' sort of look and said, "We wouldn't want people getting the wrong impression, would we?"

[so_hawkward]

"This is true. The sight of you in leather should be saved for special occasions," Clint said with a smirk. "When people need to be appropriately awed or terrified."