[ Natasha fits seamlessly into Clint's dream, she belongs there as much as the kids and Laura do, and he's happy to see her. He smiles, turning toward her even though his eyes remain closed. In the dream, out in the yard under a bright blue summer sky, she's standing next to him now, watching Lila with her bow and a few arrows, aiming at a target that Clint's hung up on the tree for her. She's doing well, undisciplined but enthusiastic.
He'll teach her, but she'll never have to use these skills the way he did, he's going to be damn sure of that. ]
Half hour, maybe? She's lucky. She's got my eyes, but Laura's looks.
[ No new news to Natasha, of course. ]
You staying for lunch?
[ Lila's called away by her mother, leaving the two of them to talk more privately, away from young eavesdroppers. It's a good opportunity for them to discuss any business that might have drawn his closest friend out to this place, not that she's ever needed a reason just to come visit. ]
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He'll teach her, but she'll never have to use these skills the way he did, he's going to be damn sure of that. ]
Half hour, maybe? She's lucky. She's got my eyes, but Laura's looks.
[ No new news to Natasha, of course. ]
You staying for lunch?
[ Lila's called away by her mother, leaving the two of them to talk more privately, away from young eavesdroppers. It's a good opportunity for them to discuss any business that might have drawn his closest friend out to this place, not that she's ever needed a reason just to come visit. ]