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