It was odd hearing him talk about missions; she was so used to them going on them together, though its been so long since they had. “You always seem to have something wrapped up these days.” She muttered. “Where did you go?”
"Local," Clint murmured, rubbing the grit from his eyes. "Illegal arms dealer selling some very…high teach stuff. Went in to take him out. Not sure why they sent me in though…"
She leaned back a little in the chair, enjoying the worn chair. It was very him, and she had really missed their closeness recently. “Hmm. Not your usual.” She agreed with a murmur. “Who put you up to it?”