Title: Absolutely, Definitely Not Friends
Cliché: Natasha doesn't have any other close friendships on the team
Rating: G

Clint had one cookie in his mouth, and three more in his hand when he stopped dead in his tracks in front of the door to Bruce’s lab. Of course, technically it was Tony’s lab, just like technically these were Tony’s cookies, but one had to plant their flag where one would. He’d been going to ask Bruce about Calcutta, but the sight through the window put that on hold.

Perched on a stool right next to Bruce, with a small smile on her face and sharing tea, was Natasha. He watched her lips move as she spoke, and whatever she said made Bruce laugh. Slowly, Clint turned around and left.

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The click of the door opening and shutting jerked Clint awake from his nap. Stretching his limbs across the couch, he watched Natasha move into the apartment. She stopped at the counter to study the paper she was carrying, while slipping off her sandals.

“I thought you were terrified of him, but the two of you looked awfully cozy together today.”

Natasha dragged her eyes away from the headlines and scowled at him. “I’m not ‘terrified’ of anyone, and who are we talking about?”

“Bruce. The Hulk.”

For a second, the Black Widow almost looked flustered. Almost. “I was just trying to be polite, while keeping an eye on things,” she said, shooting another glare his way.

His smile didn’t waiver. “Sure you were, darlin’.” Clint crooked his finger at her. “Now why don’t you come be cozy with me for a while.”

With a smirk, she left the paper where it was and cross the room on bare feet.