Crafty spies are crafty.
Dec. 22nd, 2014 07:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
There was blessed little preparation involved in preparing herself or her room for the arrival of Clint, and for that Natasha was grateful. For all that she could feel at any given point with any given friend or acquaintance a certain amount of pressure to be or behave a certain way, the thing that distinguished Clint from all others was the sheer ease of him. She thought nothing of answering her door just as she was - in a pair of gaudy long jane pajamas with a messy bun and an entirely bare face - and smiled all the broader for what looked to be an armful of candy.
"I don't know about the Christmas Spirit," Natasha said as she gestured him inside, "but candy will surely put me in a good mood. Good call, Barton."