“This is the ‘surprise’ you wouldn’t tell me about?” Natasha leaned back, the smile slipping, “How did you .. who did you talk to?”
“Yeah, it’s not really a surprise.”
“And I talked to no one this time, I know how to do my research.”
“Why, Tony? You have suits to go build and Julian to look after - those are your priorities, and staying sober. Not my problems.”
13 Coles Ave, Ogunquit Maine. It was a very nice little beach house that Clint had mannaged to get ahold of for a few weeks. A five minute walk to the beach, and a ten minute drive to the nearest supermarket. Not too shaby. A very nice place, actually. Tons of lobster places, too. Which is why He’d picked this place, in all actuality. And they had a bitchin’ film festival.
Clint had said enough. He’d given Phil his papers for vacation for a month and a half, wanting out of a bit. He’d ended up having enough time for almost all of it to be paid vacation, too. HR was probably celebrating. His first real vacation in ages.
He knocked on Tasha’s door, holding a tube of sunscreen in his hand, and a goofy grin on his face.
A break had been in the books … and a hell of a long time overdue. She genuinely didn’t remember the last time she’d put work and concerns to the side. Work had always been at the forefront of her mind - work, putting distance between herself and SHIELD, dealing with everything that had happened with herself and Tony … she was grateful that Clint had talked her into this.
Natasha glanced over her shoulder as a knock came to the door, tossing her bag aside as she called out, “It’s open, come on in.”
Jim Beaver is Bobby Singer. Bobby is Jim. They are one.
“Oh? And what might that be?”
“Your immune system. It’s basically what won’t let you get pregnant because someone told it that pregnancy is some kind of infection.”
“So if the immune system were to stop working, if someone were to tear it down.. you’d probably be able to have a baby. But your abilities would probably be compromised. I still have to look better into it.”
“This is the ‘surprise’ you wouldn’t tell me about?” Natasha leaned back, the smile slipping, “How did you .. who did you talk to?”
Avenging Spider-Man #20 by Chris Yost and Marco Checcetto
So wait…the actual inspiration for the character exists in this reality? What are they, long lost twins?
“I didn’t know you smoked.”
“I do, kind of. When I feel like it.”
“I’ve got good news for you, sweetheart.”
“Oh? And what might that be?”
“You still off the booze?”
“Yeah, only coffee here.”
“And cigarettes but mostly coffee.”
“I didn’t know you smoked.”
“Loki.”
“Mewling…I mean, hello Natasha.”
“What? relying on old insults? And here I thought you had a silver tongue?”
