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"Hey, Plastic Man," she said with a smirk, the moment he stepped into the room, covering her anxiety with humour, in the age old tradition of their kind.
"Dr Cho says I'll be fine, by the way - no lasting damage, not a scratch on me - even my girlfriend wouldn't notice the difference," he told her with a look.
Nat approached Clint, one hand reaching out, opened her mouth to speak, but returned to neutral in a second when the rest of the team started to file in, still taking a quick and opportune moment to lean in and whisper in his ear; "We'll test that theory later."