𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀.

;  ceebee and specify if you’d like !! <33 feel free to drop things too!! 

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;  hello loves!! looking for interaction, ships, friendships (my nat is pansexual <3) 
          so cb & specify mood!! 

@-hawkeyes. 
          
          Natasha watched him, brow quirked up and amusement clear on her face. 
          “Oh, don’t flatter me.” She waved her hand with a light laugh, “But it’s true. I am incredible and Liho is a lot to handle.” 

@-hawkeyes. 
          
          Natasha laughed lightly and shook her head. 
          “Uh huh. How come I’ve managed to teach Liho not to the carry my socks into the living room, but Lucky’s still doing it, huh?” A little grin played on her lips. 

@-hawkeyes. 
          
          Natasha tapped her chin thoughtfully. 
          “We can do yours … if the place is clean enough. By that I mean no socks laying around.” She mentioned with a small grin. 
          “And I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable with  your movie collection right there.” 

@-hawkeyes. 
          
          “If I’m not free, I’ll make myself free.” She decided with a slight narrow of her eyes. 
          Because in all honestly she did believe, she didn’t have anything to do, but even if she did, the movie night would be the priority. Well, Clint was the priority. 
          “What about at eight?” 

@-hawkeyes.   
          
          A playful glint appeared in Natasha’s eyes immediately, her arms crossing over her chest. 
          But then he hugged her and a smile just forced onto her lips immediately. 
          “Me too.” She replied honestly, “We didn’t plan when we’re doing it though - or are we just going for it now.”

@-hawkeyes. 
          
          And once again, Natasha couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “I don’t want you getting scared now, do I? Alright, I’ll go get the take-out and I better see the lights off, when we watch the movie - and your hearing aids in.” She wagged her finger with a raised brow. 

@-hawkeyes. 
          
          “A bit of a mess, but has good intentions.” Natasha gave a small explanation, before raising a brow and nodding just a bit, “Uh huh, a stray smart cat seems about right.” A little shrug and a smile. 
          “Alright. Fine. You pick the movie, I’ll get the food.” She decided finally, because honestly she didn’t despise Clint’s movie choices.