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( Bobbi will give him that, though she may swat him away if he doesn't realize there are other people in the room. Besides, she is so guilty of the other kind of groping in other occasions, as it were.

She leans against the wall with a smile, already appreciating his closeness as she rests a hand on his shoulder. )

Pssh. ( An eloquent answer meant to not answer the question. Except it more or les does, considering how competitive Bobbi is in turn. )

[Another chuckle escapes to accompany the impish smirk that stretches across his features, and he leans towards her, one hand moving as if to make contact himself, but it never quite makes it; as if he needs help to figure out where she is, and it's completely, 100% a lame gimmick but really. A guy's gotta play the helpless card every now and then, if only for kicks.

And let's be serious, it's not like he actually expects her to buy it.]

I think I've got it at 23:18 right now. Sound about right?

That's the trouble... sometimes I think it doesn't bother me anymore, but that's... just cause I lost part of my soul. And I can't quit till I get it back.

But the fact that you want to's a good sign.

Any leads on that?

[...also WHY ARE YOU MISSING PART OF YOUR SOUL, but. That'll be in a minute.]

[She made sure nothing harmful was in his path, first, geez.

Giving up on reading the sentence she already tried to re-read twice now, Tasha dropped the book in her lap and asked:] Oh, you do that well enough on your own. Would you rather I baby you today? That could be fun. I'll even go out and buy you a sippy cup with a bird on it.

[She didn't need to smile, he could hear it in her tone.]

No... Somewhere in Limbo I guess. And Stuff just keeps happening so it's not like we can just quit.

[Being an X-man. That shit just ain't SAFE!]

...well. You could.

[But he knows what you mean.]

You sure you can leave me alone long enough to? No telling what kind of trouble I'll get into while you're gone.

[Smiirk. Seriously, it's a good thing he knows you're teasing, Nat, or he might actually get offended.

As it is he's just going to slide over this way and do his best to "trip" and "fall" onto the couch you're sitting on. In your way.

Because he can.]

No, I can't! They don't let mutants have normal lives.

Yeah, sure, I'll just tie you down again or lock you in a padded area. Like a baby crib.

[Even if she was going to get up to play into the whole bit, he ruined it by falling all over her, causing a tiny 'oof' from her. Instinctively her knees came up and she made sure they hit his ribs.]

Are you gaining weight, Barton? [Said in a falsely, strained voice.]

[...ow. He grunts in protest, and okay, so it's over-acted, but was that really necessary?

Jerk.

Fine. Now he's just going to shift around to be MORE on top of her. Like a cat that manages to occupy all of the available space and a little extra besides. Take that.]

Don't you know you're not supposed to call attention to your partner's weight? It's insensitive.

[Nat grunts legitimately this time, trying to position herself comfortably under his brat ass. And "accidentally" headbutting him, but in no malicious way, just a tender retaliation.]

Right. I forget you're the girl in this relationship.

Well, I do look better in heels.

[If you were on top you would absolutely be on the floor right now, Nat.

Alas, you are not, so all you get is a finger jabbed in your side. Yeah. He's totally an adult.]

I know, which is why I already bought you some for Christmas. A great shade of purple, even.

[With his hands out of sight, she hadn't seen the poke coming and she almost squeaked, which only annoyed her further. So, she played mature back and pulled his hair while trying to slip out from under him.]

Really? You shouldn't have.

[...ow. He winces and tries to lean into it to relieve the pressure and that is just...]

Seriously? What are you, eight? We're on hair pulling now?

[...he's still amused, but OW. He's just going to be trying to pin her down now so she doesn't go anywhere. Also trying to remove her hand from his hair.]

Gift receipt, [she manages to mutter under all of him.

And with a snicker, she gives back:] That's not what you said the last time I did it.

[In order to avert being held down, Nat releases his hair, trying to keep her arms free and buck him off at the same time.]

[Yeah, see, but now both hands are free since she let go. Which just makes it easier to hold her down while he tries to grab her wrists; bad plan, Nat.]

See, but there was less violence last time. What happens behind closed doors is completely different.

[She huffed, having lost this round, and went still as she looked up at him with a forced unamused look. But it couldn't hide the smile flashing in her eyes...even if he was blind to such things; literally.]

There a point to this, Barton? Do you have some plan now that I'm pinned down?

Hey, you started it. If you'd just been better at your job...

[Yes, he's joking.

But he's also not moving, and waiting for her move.]

[She sighed with a dull 'yeah' and looked away, feigning defeat. But then Nat swiftly tangled her legs into his and rolled them both off of the sofa, trying to now pin him on the floor, her impish grin back into place. She liked to see how far she could push his new heightened senses and what advantages could be taken from those that lacked.]

[And there's a moment of panic as they go over the edge, weightlessness and empty space and it would be one thing if he could at least see how far there is to go, but there's only the unknown and he reaches out to clutch at the armrest, at her, at something, before back hits ground and normality reasserts itself with a thud.

Fortunately, he recovers quickly, twisting in her grip and sliding hands across skin and fabric to find where he needs to grip and push to try to avoid her grip and regain his footing here, so to speak.]

[Tasha snickered and tried to thwart him by resorting to using her ever reliable body, pressing her lips against Clint's. All the while, she waited for a second's hesitation to leap on, legs still pretzeled around her partner's.]

[What are...no, Nat, that is not how you fight and also distracting. Stop it.

There's your hesitation to monopolize on, but if you miss it he's going to flip the pair of you and work to try to extricate and immobilize.]

[Quick as a viper, she struck, pinning his arms above his head and stamping one last kiss on his mouth, smiling against his lips so he'd feel it.]

Too easy. Now...your turn.

[Natasha released him and darted off down the hallway, continuing their child's play. Come and seek, Clint.]

Pretty sure you cheated. Just pointing that out.

[But he's rolling to his feet and off after her, following the sound of her steps and the echo, trailing fingertips against the wall to keep his balance. He counts the doorways by how many times the echo changes when the area increases, then darts through the last one in pursuit, careful to move silently.]