State Fair
When Natasha Romanoff agreed to accompany Clint Barton and his family (her family, as she was so often reminded by both Clint and Laura) to the state fair this is not what Nat had been expecting. On some level yes she had anticipated the typical bizarreness that came with the American carnival-ish tradition and she really hadn't been let down. The day thus far had been a cluster of food eating contests, weird things on sticks, massive barns packed with livestock and even a tractor pull show. Yet this, Nat concluded, took the cake. And that was impressive considering the fact that Natasha had come to terms with some strange things in her life. (Including but not limited to super-human men and woman, a Norse "god" with a god complex, alien armies, and a psychopathic robot hell bend on destroying everything.)
After a minute of blindly staring the woman was almost willing to, despite (or maybe in spite of) everything she'd witnessed as both an assassin or an avenger, labeling this as the most bizarre thing she'd ever faced. Her mind certainly was having a more difficult time wrapping itself around this, for one reason or another, then anything the red room had even trained her for.
As the spy raised an eyebrow at what stood displayed before her she felt Clint snicker next to her. She spared him a slide-ways glance in time to witness her best friend stifle an impish smirk. In that moment Natasha's hand twitched with an urge to throw her partner through the display glass in front of them, if only to remind him of how dangerous it was to laugh at her expense. His only saving grace, she told herself as she willed her muscles to relax a twinge of irritation, was the presence of his wife and children not two feet from him.
"Ignore him." Laura whispered from Nat's other side, easily noticing the silent exchange between the two. "Once we pass by the carnival games he'll get so distracted by the darts booth we can sneak away for a while. There is a wine tasting event that I'm sure you and I can enjoy for maybe an hour before he gets kicked out for winning too much."
At this Natasha graced Clint's wife with an appreciative grin. Like Nat, Laura was good at what she does. The only difference being Natasha was good at kicking ass and Laura was good at being a wife, mother and every bit the girlfriend Nat never had before Shield came along. The other woman really didn't get enough credit for putting up with the pair of them. Natasha made a mental note then to win her best friend's wife the biggest teddy bear she could find before they left Clint to single handily manage the couples funnel-cake hyped children and carnival game workers.
"So, impressive isn't it." The archer pressed his luck, apparently ignorant to the plotting whispers being made on Natasha's other side. Obviously he was enjoying himself a bit too much, barley containing laughter as he teased. "I mean to hell with the Mona Lisa! This, this is a work of art!"
Natasha rolled her eyes at her friend's enthusiasm after sharing a knowing look with Laura.
"It's a cow." Natasha stated plainly, not wanting to encourage the growing amusement on Clint's expression too much. Though she did hummer him with a tilt of her head as if the slightly altered angle could make Clint's previous taunt a tiny bit accurate.
"It's not just any cow! It's a cow sculpted entirely out of butter!"
A/N: If anyone is unaware Hawk-eye is originally from Iowa (so am I!) and one of the main attractions at the Iowa State Fair... a life size cow sculpted out of butter...