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HAWT kissin' and glorious dialogue. To wit:
“God, when was the last time that you did that?”
“I’m not crying,” she said.
“No, I mean...” He sighed, his voice dropping to a whisper. “When was the last time that I made you laugh?”
Natasha felt her arm tense as she averted her gaze, Clint edging ever nearer.
“September 15th,” she said. “Eight months ago. You said Putin looked like an angry virgin.”
“I did say that.” He smiled, his head coming to rest against the barrel of her gun. “Angry virgins make for the worst dictators.”
She laughed again. Their eyes met. His mouth relaxed into a grim line.
“Pull the trigger, Nat.”
“I...” She let out a string of Russian curses before choosing to lose the gun instead, grabbing him by the back of his neck and crushing her lips to his.