[ LOOK Sam learned all his spy moves from James Bond all right, this is what he's got.
Well. James Bond and Clint Barton, but there's not really much of a difference except one of them is a suave British guy and one is a disaster with killer biceps.
...and a little bit Natasha, but she mostly taught him how to kill a guy with his thighs. ]
(No better time.) [ By which he means holy shit he definitely heard the sound of soft voices and footsteps, and they have absolutely no excuse to be here rooting around in people's shit.
Except that it's private and out of the way, and Sam's just gonna pull his hood down a little more to hide everything better, tug his scarf down so his mouth is free, and tug her in to kiss her. ]
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Well. James Bond and Clint Barton, but there's not really much of a difference except one of them is a suave British guy and one is a disaster with killer biceps.
...and a little bit Natasha, but she mostly taught him how to kill a guy with his thighs. ]
( No better time. ) [ By which he means holy shit he definitely heard the sound of soft voices and footsteps, and they have absolutely no excuse to be here rooting around in people's shit.
Except that it's private and out of the way, and Sam's just gonna pull his hood down a little more to hide everything better, tug his scarf down so his mouth is free, and tug her in to kiss her. ]