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Maybe, but our cage comes equipped with all the cool toys.

[That is not helpful Clint and you know it. But he really can't argue with that statement, he KNOWS they've essentially put her in a cage, even if it's a well-intentioned cage.]

But I don't know what to do with a PS3. Or an Xbox.

[She's never so much as had a Gameboy. Also? Be prepared for her to be difficult.]

...the deep fryer is nice, though.

Play 'em?

C'mon, I'll teach you, since apparently you have been literally living in a box.

[He means that in the best way possible? And is now heading over to the game systems to pick something out.]

And every place needs a deep fryer.

[More like crappy hotels.]

They don't fit in backpacks.

[But she heads over, keeping a bit of distance between her and Clint. Him, she liked well enough.]

I have yet to use it. Might attempt onion rings later.

[She's just eyeing the games, not recognizing most of the titles.]

[Hey, they're all good people, it's not his fault his usual partner doesn't know how to be friendly half the time. He's working on it.]

Sure they do. You just can't fit anything else afterwards.

Go ahead, pick one. Your choice.

Hence me not buying one. [She needed the space for clothes and money.

Charlie sorted through the games, searching for something two player but most of the two player games were military combat games.]

I'm clueless, here, unless you wanted to play one of the games that uses that camera thing.

[See? No clue what's going on.]

[And what's wrong with military combat?

But fine. He reaches over and pulls out Soul Caliber number...something. There. Done.]

If I knew what a "camera thing" is I'd give you an answer. Here, let's try this one.

[Don't worry, he'll handle getting it set up, and then he's handing her a controller and stepping back to flop down on the couch with one of his own.]

[Natasha entered the room, then, having gone out for something she hadn't specified before leaving. She paused at the sight them, eyes swiveling from one to the other, but she said nothing as she continued her walk into the kitchen area. She started to put the items away; Ben and Jerry's, cereal, a variety of soups. Honestly, she was none too thrilled with the assignment, either.]

[By this point, Charlie's picked out her character and tried the game as best she could. She spared a glance and a half-smile at Natasha before looking at the game again.

And she's quiet for a moment.

She turns to look at Barton, a bit amused.]

I look away for one second and you beat me.

[And then she looks at Natasha, an almost apologetic smile on her face.] Do you need help with anything.

It's a combat game. You can't look away, that's showing weakness.

[But he's smirking harmlessly, mostly just amused.]

[Natasha spares Charlie with a side-glance and shakes her head.] Thanks. I grabbed enough for the week, just bare essentials. Well, except the ice cream, but.

[She shrugs. Even she craves things from time to time. And it's Ben and Jerry's.]

You two having fun?

[It's directed more at her partner and said in a rather flat tone, so that she's unreadable: is it teasing or irritation?]

Okay. Uh...thanks for that.

[Kinda awkward. Okay. Ben and Jerry's is cool. Good one, Natasha. Charlie's wondering if she can get away with doing her own shopping once in a while. She's fine with someone coming with.

At the question, she looks at Barton. She was having an okay time. Sort of. Barton seemed to enjoy it more than her.]

Tons. You should join the fun. Show us your skills.

[Ha. He's serious, but really he's the only one with any attraction to video games here.]

[Tasha gives a curt nod in acknowledgement of Charlie's thanks, slipping past her to drop down next to Clint.]

I guess we could play something. Doesn't Mario have multi-player games or something with Smash in the title?