Instead of the screwdriver, Natasha picks up what looks vaguely like two wide cogwheels stuck together on a metal rod which is about the length of her hand from the heel of her palm to the tip of her index finger. She turns it over absently in her hands. The pad of her thumb catches against the teeth of the left cogwheel, and it turns with surprising ease. But, her attention doesn't actually waver from Tony and whatever he's building.
Natasha tilts her head to the side and frowns as she considers Tony's face. Her eyes narrow slightly and then she nods slowly. "I can sorta picture that?" She crinkles her nose slightly. It's not a bad mental image as such. Let's just say she's glad that he stuck with the brown. "Did you at least win the bet?"
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Date: 2012-06-21 01:52 pm (UTC)Natasha tilts her head to the side and frowns as she considers Tony's face. Her eyes narrow slightly and then she nods slowly. "I can sorta picture that?" She crinkles her nose slightly. It's not a bad mental image as such. Let's just say she's glad that he stuck with the brown. "Did you at least win the bet?"