Clint grins at Nat when she opens the door, holding up the two bottles of wine that he'd brought over. "I doubt that he'll even miss them," he replies. "He had so many different ones in there." Clint is not a wine connoisseur, so he just assumes that all wine is essentially the same. He's never noticed a difference between $5 wine for the bodega down the street and whatever Tony gives them.
He follows Natasha into the apartment and goes directly to the kitchen to pull out the cork screw. He uncorks both bottles both because he's sure they'll drink them and because they need to breathe or something. Clint doesn't know what that means, but it's fine. He's just doing what Tony always says to do.
After a few seconds, he's determined that the first bottle has breathed enough, so he pours them each a glass. "So did that guy from the bar ever message you back? And if he didn't, are you sure he's not dead?"
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Date: 2023-07-10 04:00 pm (UTC)He follows Natasha into the apartment and goes directly to the kitchen to pull out the cork screw. He uncorks both bottles both because he's sure they'll drink them and because they need to breathe or something. Clint doesn't know what that means, but it's fine. He's just doing what Tony always says to do.
After a few seconds, he's determined that the first bottle has breathed enough, so he pours them each a glass. "So did that guy from the bar ever message you back? And if he didn't, are you sure he's not dead?"