( for a quiet, sobering moment, clint's comment makes wanda realize that this is actually something the older man might very well relish on: getting to do the embarrassing talk 'on her behalf'. she knows it's best she doesn't reply to that one way or the other, lest she sparks inspiration for something he could do. not that she imagines he'd really go through with it.
thankfully, the conversation easily changes subject with the sudden stop. she's glad she's put on the seatbelt, wincing as it burns against her collarbone at the inertia.
good thing reacting quickly is one of hawkeye's fortes. )
This is why I got a motorcycle. ( she mutters, as clint gets friendly with the horn. she rubs at her shoulder where the seatbelt stopped her from flinging forward. it's not that she could have known, though; a smaller vehicle feels like it would definitely help avoid these traffic issues in retrospect.
she's sure she heard something right, however. ) You speak Russian now?
( the swear in russian; not quite like sokovian, but close enough in its roots for her to know the gist of it. )
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thankfully, the conversation easily changes subject with the sudden stop. she's glad she's put on the seatbelt, wincing as it burns against her collarbone at the inertia.
good thing reacting quickly is one of hawkeye's fortes. )
This is why I got a motorcycle. ( she mutters, as clint gets friendly with the horn. she rubs at her shoulder where the seatbelt stopped her from flinging forward. it's not that she could have known, though; a smaller vehicle feels like it would definitely help avoid these traffic issues in retrospect.
she's sure she heard something right, however. ) You speak Russian now?
( the swear in russian; not quite like sokovian, but close enough in its roots for her to know the gist of it. )