Since Natasha had again taken the perfect view so cruelly from him, Clint used to the time to turn to the mirror. Wiping away the steam, he checked up on what had hardly been more than rubbing the sleep from his eyes before. He found, he didn't look much better than he felt. The lack of sleep was showing. And with what his body politely called a growth of beard... Well, he usually ended up frustrated sooner than with this shabby shadow on his cheeks.
Suddenly it unnerved him. Natasha really tried to help and be there for him and after what had really been a wonderful day yesterday, he already started go all self-pity on himself again.
"Speaking of it, mind if I borrow one of your knifes? No promises I won't cut myself but I can't take a walk through the city with such a beauty by my side, looking like a hobo."
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Since Natasha had again taken the perfect view so cruelly from him, Clint used to the time to turn to the mirror. Wiping away the steam, he checked up on what had hardly been more than rubbing the sleep from his eyes before. He found, he didn't look much better than he felt. The lack of sleep was showing. And with what his body politely called a growth of beard... Well, he usually ended up frustrated sooner than with this shabby shadow on his cheeks.
Suddenly it unnerved him. Natasha really tried to help and be there for him and after what had really been a wonderful day yesterday, he already started go all self-pity on himself again.
"Speaking of it, mind if I borrow one of your knifes? No promises I won't cut myself but I can't take a walk through the city with such a beauty by my side, looking like a hobo."