[Clint had seen Natasha pull this act dozens of times over the years, pretending to be interested to all the banal things the mark has to say just hoping to gleam a single useful fact, or more often than not to gain his trust so the information would be more forthcoming later. To the untrained eye the act was seamless, but Clint could tell she was bored already.
Tearing his eyes away from her, he looks over at Bruce with a hint of confusion.] Faith in what?
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Tearing his eyes away from her, he looks over at Bruce with a hint of confusion.] Faith in what?