You walk into the kitchen with a slight limp from your... fun... with Clint last night, and in a mood. Natasha is stood in the kitchen with a cup off coffee in her hands and smiles at you Natasha: Morning. You roll your eyes at her You: Morning... Natasha: What's up your ass this morning? Clint then walks in Clint: Hey. Natasha: Nevermind.
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