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I do believe it's in the contract.

CANADA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BURGERS! YES, BURGERS!

...maybe beer too.

Beers n' burgers under contract? Even better.

[Logan hands him a Labatt]

...Beer for you? Really?

[looks down at it, then sniffs] Canada Bros for life!

Occasionally the monkeys know what they're doing when they write those things. They know that one little detail that has you saying "yes" before you realise. Molson?

A good burger is hard ta pass up. [He nods.] Better be cold.

As long as it doesn't involve matching necklaces or wedding vows.

With all the extras. Though if you don't like anything, better tell me now. There are few people I will play gopher to, but I like to be on your good side. [She arched an eyebrow before letting out a soft snort and setting down an ice cold beer.] Give me a little credit.

Oh, we already got married about thirty years ago.

All the extras sounds damn fine, darlin'. Nothing better than a cold beer on a hot night.

That's one thing I'd never forget happenin', bub.

Just don't tell Stark that I can actually make a burger. I don't know that I would ever hear the end of it. [And dinner is served as she cracks open her own cold beer.] Agreed. It's certainly a custom I've started to enjoy.

Figured you'd be celebratin' with the Captain tonight. [He taps his beer against hers before taking a gulp.] Ain't it his birthday?

[Her mouth pulled to the side before she let a wide smile show.] Sure, but I wanted to spend my time with a different old man. I gave him his present earlier. I've had enough Stark planned parties to last me the rest of this life.

Ain't never been to one o' Stark's shindigs and even I've had enough ta last a lifetime. Yer a saint, I think.

Count yourself lucky. I prefer a more intimate setting. I think Cap does too, but I also think he needs to learn to blow a little steam. And I don't need to see it. A saint? No, definitely not. No halos here.

Heed can drink beer!

...just don't tell Kitty, kay?

Not even if you got an adamantium bullet to the brainpan squish?

Pretty sure there is nothing that could scrub the memory of marrying you from my brain.

Do you think I'm a snitch?

Might be a little dirty round the edges but it takes a saint ta tolerate the Tin Man.

Even if you really, really wanted to scrub that memory right out with a little bleach and a lot of steel wool?

Think it's just too much.

[sniffs] I'd be the one thing Wolverine remembers even in his deepest amnesia. That is SO bros for life!

Don't know if basically being herpes of the brain is a good thing, bub.

"Tolerate" is probably a strong word. He saved the world. I can at least be in the same room for a brief amount of time.

Pffft...

Yes, well, you don't always have to work with him. And I choose to be in your company.

Kinda like keepin' company with you, darlin'.

Especially now you get burgers and beer, hm? [She gave him a wink before raising her bottle.] To the company we choose.

I take what I can get! Herpes needs friends too! That's why it's so clingy!

You need help.

M' n easy man ta please. [He lifts his bottle and clinks it against hers.] Cheers.

You gonna come sneak up ta the rooftop n' watch fireworks with me?

There is no cure for herpes. [sniffs]

Good luck with that.

So it would seem. I like that about you. Nearly everything is on the surface, no mask.

Yes! I do happen to enjoy fireworks. And sneaking.

Makes life a helluva lot easier ta live. Ain't a fan of playin' games.

Then we'd better find the nearest roof access and get a move on.

Are you sue I'm the right company then? I've made a career from playing games.

[She collected up her dinner and beer, careful not to spill any. Her smile had grown again and she bumped her shoulder against him playfully.] I didn't actually think you'd be the type to want to. Otherwise I would have made this more like a picnic.

S' long as we ain't playin' games you sure are.

[He chuckled and grabbed another beer to take with him.] M'fun. Just don't tell anybody.

I know better than to play you. I don't want to play you.

Your secret's safe, old man. I like seeing this side of you.

This side o' me...you checkin' out my ass, darlin'? [Using a single claw he slides it in the lock of the door at the top of the stairs. An easy jerk of his hand and the door pops open.]

I am hardly going to deny that I do enjoy the way a pair of jeans looks on you, but I was referring to this fun side. The side that comes out when you're relaxed.

[She slid past him and through the door and took a sip of her beer as she tilted her head back to look up at the night sky.]

Not everything is about your ass.

Keep this up n' I'll end up showin' you how well I kin dance.

Was I supposed to not want that to happen? [Natasha looked over her shoulder at him before she started to sway and hum.] I don't see why you showing me would be such a bad thing.