A/N: A double drabble and um... definitely a different AU than I was intending, plus Fraction characterization more
Clint was great singing up there on stage and even great at working the audience. Natasha would be happy if he could manage to be the same way in his personal life rather than a human disaster.
"Of course, we'll pay for the carpet in the hotel room," she soothed ruffled feathers over the phone and smiled at the roadie she'd rather glare at in lieu of Clint himself.
She paid the carpet bill, collected Lucky from Kate, and went to meet Clint backstage. "Pizza sauce on the carpet, Clint?"
She didn't even wait for him to get unbreathless as he dropped into a chair in the dressing room.
Clint didn't miss a beat. "Lucky was hungry. Weren't you, boy?" He petted the wagging dog, who barked agreement.
Natasha rolled her eyes. "If I'd known managing you would be managing you and your strays, I would have asked for a higher salary."
He huffed at her. "At least I'm not Tony Stark."
"Tony Stark pays four times as much," Natasha pointed out. "The hotel before that it was holes in the plaster."
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Ficlet: Off-Stage Disaster
Date: 2015-11-06 10:34 pm (UTC)Clint was great singing up there on stage and even great at working the audience. Natasha would be happy if he could manage to be the same way in his personal life rather than a human disaster.
"Of course, we'll pay for the carpet in the hotel room," she soothed ruffled feathers over the phone and smiled at the roadie she'd rather glare at in lieu of Clint himself.
She paid the carpet bill, collected Lucky from Kate, and went to meet Clint backstage. "Pizza sauce on the carpet, Clint?"
She didn't even wait for him to get unbreathless as he dropped into a chair in the dressing room.
Clint didn't miss a beat. "Lucky was hungry. Weren't you, boy?" He petted the wagging dog, who barked agreement.
Natasha rolled her eyes. "If I'd known managing you would be managing you and your strays, I would have asked for a higher salary."
He huffed at her. "At least I'm not Tony Stark."
"Tony Stark pays four times as much," Natasha pointed out. "The hotel before that it was holes in the plaster."
"Arrows, Nat." He grinned up infuriatingly.
"Sing about them. Don't shoot them into walls."
"Targets!"
"That didn't work."