Clint picked up his coffee, which had mostly been forgotten, tasted it, and realized he hadn't added sugar. He stirred it in, hoping it would dissolve in the lukewarm liquid.
"It's 2012," he said. Natasha's question was weird, of course, but she was asking it seriously, so he didn't even begin to question its correctness. She was an exacting person, not exactly known for flights of fancy or saying anything superfluous. But if she wanted to know the when, well, that meant that time might not line up here. Which might mean she had experienced more than him - or he had experienced more than her.
"You and I were in an altercation in New York," he said, frankly. "Not with each other. And it wasn't exactly assigned." If she had experienced that, then she would know what he was talking about. If not, then he at least had lead-in before he started discussing aliens.
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"It's 2012," he said. Natasha's question was weird, of course, but she was asking it seriously, so he didn't even begin to question its correctness. She was an exacting person, not exactly known for flights of fancy or saying anything superfluous. But if she wanted to know the when, well, that meant that time might not line up here. Which might mean she had experienced more than him - or he had experienced more than her.
"You and I were in an altercation in New York," he said, frankly. "Not with each other. And it wasn't exactly assigned." If she had experienced that, then she would know what he was talking about. If not, then he at least had lead-in before he started discussing aliens.