The wall hums softly against her back, the engines at a steady pitch, and Natasha shifts her shoulder blades restlessly against it. Either she'll get used to this or it'll drive her crazy before long.
"It would've been," Natasha agrees. She doesn't think for a moment that Clint would've spoken directly with Rush. But even with the code, those are his words and no one else's. She leans her head back against the cool metal of the wall, tilting her head up to look at him with the slightest of smiles. "It's coded," she admits, after a quick glance at the closed door. Hence the verbatim. "No offense, but I don't know you. You could've just spent a couple of hours doing the crossword puzzle and then told me you communicated with SHIELD. But, no one but my partner could've sent that..." The unspoken conclusion that she can at least trust him on this hangs in the air.
Natasha isn't even aware of the tension in her neck before it releases with his acceptance to get a message through. "Thank you." She ducks her head and watches her fingers smooth out an imaginary wrinkle on the knee of her battle suit. "You can just give it to Selvig. Ask him to pass it on to 'the Hawk'. He'll know what it means." Selvig might not care much for Clint (a feeling which is definitely mutual), but he is a good man, he'll get her message through.
"I'll, uh, need mine verbatim as well," she adds, and there's a hint of apology to her voice. "Do you need to write it down?"
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Date: 2012-10-02 07:13 pm (UTC)"It would've been," Natasha agrees. She doesn't think for a moment that Clint would've spoken directly with Rush. But even with the code, those are his words and no one else's. She leans her head back against the cool metal of the wall, tilting her head up to look at him with the slightest of smiles. "It's coded," she admits, after a quick glance at the closed door. Hence the verbatim. "No offense, but I don't know you. You could've just spent a couple of hours doing the crossword puzzle and then told me you communicated with SHIELD. But, no one but my partner could've sent that..." The unspoken conclusion that she can at least trust him on this hangs in the air.
Natasha isn't even aware of the tension in her neck before it releases with his acceptance to get a message through. "Thank you." She ducks her head and watches her fingers smooth out an imaginary wrinkle on the knee of her battle suit. "You can just give it to Selvig. Ask him to pass it on to 'the Hawk'. He'll know what it means." Selvig might not care much for Clint (a feeling which is definitely mutual), but he is a good man, he'll get her message through.
"I'll, uh, need mine verbatim as well," she adds, and there's a hint of apology to her voice. "Do you need to write it down?"