Leave prompts here! These can be location specific, but they don't have to be.

Berlin: "I thought more people would be wearing lederhosen."

Clint driving in London: "Look Natasha, Big Ben! Parliament!"
(Quote paraphrased from Clark Griswold in "National Lampoon's European Vacation")

Madame Tussaud's, and dammit, that wax thing looks like Stark.

Tokyo, Japan: "Fun in the hot springs"

"For a place that's basically a desert, Ashgabat sure has a lot of fountains," Clint's voice comes in her ear piece even as the head of the Turkmen security service topples into a particularly elaborate alabaster confection, an arrow sticking out of his chest.

The engine of the Lada backfires and dies as soon as Natasha tries to start it; getting away before their mark is discovered has just become immensely more complicated.

Natasha hooks her arm into Clint's and says, as they walk away without looking back, "Hope what they say is true, about blood being thicker than water."

Oooh, pretty!! And luckily Natasha is an expert in the walk-away!

Smiles happily. Ficlets all in one place making me happy!

"You said 'spa,'" Natasha sighed, "I should have known better when you said 'spa.'"

"I said 'like a spa,'" Clint corrected, "I did bring your favorite massage oil and there's also a winery on San Juan Island."

Natasha rolled her eyes, but let him take her hand as they walked off the ferry.



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Awwww, I love this spa!!

I think this maybe deserves a long fic with more details about that oil... ;)

I'm with Cassie. More oil! :-)

The covered bazaar in Istanbul is a rabbit warren of corridors, lined with stalls that are overflowing with textiles, Iznik tiles, colourful leather goods, gold chains and the occasional evil eye; Natasha ignores it all. She brushes past the men trying to offer the "pretty lady" a glass of apple tea in exchange for a look at their carpets; her nostrils are flaring as she follows the scent that will inevitably lead her to her prey.

Sure enough: "Best baklava this side of Gaziantep," Clint says around a mouthful of flaky pastry, sounding not the least repentant.

OH MY GOD THIS IS MY JAM. GEOGRAPHY. :D :D (If you want someone to make an alphabetised masterlist of joy, feel free to let me know. I WOULD LOVE TO)



"Why are we here?" Natasha asks as she inches her way past rows of spectators dressed in black.

"Because this is basically religion here," Clint says, finding their seats just as the players take the field. "When in Rome, et cetera."

"I'm sure we have better things we can do with our time," Natasha points out, before receiving a poisonous look from the man to her left. Apparently nothing in life in more important that this according to him.

"I have found you," Clint says patiently, "a needlessly violent, completely legal sport full of fit, well muscled men and you're complaining?"

Natasha rolls her eyes, not willing to admit that her interest is piqued. "Fine. Who are we supporting then?"

"I'm fairly sure if we don't support New Zealand, the guy next to you with gut you with his hands."

Natasha gives the man next to him a cool, assessing look which, she is pleased to note, makes him shrink back in his seat slightly.

"Well, he could try."

"Ha," Clint says as the anthems start. "Puns. I like it."


(Ka mate, ka mate, ka ora, ka ora - often translated as; I live, I live, I die, I die)

YES HELLO I HAVE BEEN WATCHING THE ALL BLACKS TODAY. they weren't as good as I was hoping

Edited 2015-10-02 10:42 pm (UTC)

I love scary!Natasha! *g*

"This is one of the most depressing assignments we've been on in a while," Clint says, staring morosely out over the sparkling blue Pacific Ocean.

"We've dealt with child traffickers and war lords," Natasha points out.

"And I'm not saying they're not bad," Clint replies, "but..."

"But what?"

Clint looks around him. "This place had one export, " he says after a while. "One export and the West stripped it all out, then used this place as somewhere to funnel dirty money through. And then when it was no longer convenient for us to do so, we turned around and blamed them for taking one of the few opportunities it could. Now it's just a hole in the ground surrounded by a thin strip of poverty and some Australian detention centres all soon to be swallowed by rising seas."

Clint digs his fingers into the soft white sand. "Do you... do you ever wonder if really, we're the bad guys?"

[ map ]

oooh, that hits hard

Ouch. Truth hurts.

'You're fucking joking.'

Natasha laughs. 'It's not that bad, we could have been in Greenland. It's winter there.'

'Nat, the whole week is going to be above 104 degrees. It's February. Isn't summer supposed to be nearly over?'

-

Never underestimate a Melbourne summer...

heeee!

I''ll take Greenland...

Fuck cobblestones. That's really all Clint ever wants to say about Geneva, or Switzerland, about this op or why he had to be wearing heels in the first place, ever again. But he can tell, as he's falling face-first into the bed for some seriously well-earned rest, just by the way the light's dancing in Nat's eyes and the way her laugh is rolling out of her completely unrestrained to the point where he's starting to feel the corners of his mouth twitch up to smile with her, that Geneva's gonna end up as one of those missions she's going to hear all about without her hardly even asking him a thing.

awwwww

Hmmm. Forget Budapest -- I want more details from Geneva. ;)

I'm glad SOMEONE found something fun to do in Geneva... ;-)

(wait, are we still allowed to be doing this? i missed the actual friday part but i have some ideas i'd love to do, i'm still new to the comm so idk how long this is open?)

ATTF is always open. Go for it. :)

awesome :D

ATTF run for as long as people are joining in the fun, but from now until Secret Santa posts they're actually extra special weekend long extravaganzas, so go nuts :D

"Big Ben, Parliament," Clint grumbles through the comm, "All this guy does is go from one end of the city to the other, over and over."

"Stop complaining," Natasha replies. "At least you're up in the fresh air and not stuck down here in the cold wet with bus fumes."

"Aw, but you look cute with your nose all pink," he chuckles, as she mutters a curse at him in Russian

Awwww... Love it!

They're marching through the Brandenburger Tor with ice cream cones in their hands, because that's what you do when you've got downtime in Berlin in the summer, and Natasha notices Clint looking around, wide-eyed, glancing at passersby. She doesn't see any particular reason for this, and thus decides to investigate.

"What's so fascinating?" she asks, and he turns as he walks, licking his a stray drop of melted ice cream off lips.

"Hm?"

"You're staring like you've never gotten out of the country before," Natasha says, because really, he's usually not so... touristy. "Why?"

"Oh." He takes another lick off his cone. "I thought more people would be wearing Lederhosen, is all."

Natasha doesn't quite trust her ears. Sure, it's the first time they've been to Germany together, they'll be here for maybe twelve hours total and he's not the kind to read up about any destination beyond what's required for the mission parameters, but, seriously. "That's because we're in Berlin, not Munich. Every German outside of Bavaria wouldn't be caught dead in Lederhosen."

He glances after another group of non-leather clad locals and shrugs, but does have the good sense to look at least a little embarrassed. "Ah. Okay."

He starts walking again, effectively ending the conversation, and she doesn't see any reason to rub it in. Not yet. She's got a different plan.


***


Later, at the airport, as they're waiting for their flight back home, Natasha excuses herself under the guise of getting them a cup of coffee. She detours to a small book store and, alongside with the promised coffee, hands him a plastic bag full of books. Travel guides, to be exact.

Clint peeks into the bag and groans. "Nat. Really?"

"Really," she says, sitting own beside him, legs crossed, and takes a sip from her own cup. "It's gonna be a long flight, and you've got some catching up to do."



This is short and kinda dumb, but it had to be said. :P