( clint's oblivious. it's not how he'd meant it — throwing it back in her face — so it's not how he thinks she takes it. he'd just thought it a slightly cute way to refer to her gaggle of not-hims buying her drinks, and though it doesn't quite escape his notice that she doesn't say anything to it, he doesn't think anything of it.
(and why would he? she hasn't even told him that the cruise wasn't her choice.)
his gaze flickers over her as she has another drink instead, the non-verbal equivalent of a shrug, only mildly questioning, before picking up his beer. choosing to focus on that than say anything about tigra because he's not blind, but it's greer. )
...The new WCA? ( he asks after a moment, doubt evident in his tone. ) They're kids, I'm not—. They're Kate's team, Bobbi.
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(and why would he? she hasn't even told him that the cruise wasn't her choice.)
his gaze flickers over her as she has another drink instead, the non-verbal equivalent of a shrug, only mildly questioning, before picking up his beer. choosing to focus on that than say anything about tigra because he's not blind, but it's greer. )
...The new WCA? ( he asks after a moment, doubt evident in his tone. ) They're kids, I'm not—. They're Kate's team, Bobbi.