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Post by Archangel on Apr 30, 2006 21:02:41 GMT -5
Betsy gestured towards Natasha and said, "Well thats your mission should you choose to accept."
Clint nodded, with a gentleness unacoustomed to him he leaned down and picked up the wounded window.
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Post by Analyse on Apr 30, 2006 21:05:22 GMT -5
Natasha drapped an arm around Clint's neck, resting her head against his shoulder. "Thanks, Betsy," she mumbled slightly, unused to thanking people.
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Post by Archangel on Apr 30, 2006 21:07:03 GMT -5
Betsy smiled, "It's not problem...and it's what team mates do..." Betsy mock saluted the pair and grinned. "Have fun."
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