After a last nibble on her fingertip, Clint let go off her and busied himself with the straw of his drink instead, pursing his lips a little more than necessary while his knee kept up the movements against her leg. For a few minutes there was just quiet slurping, the harmless chattering of people around them and some modern pop song from the speakers until they were ready to continue their way.
Clint stood to get next to Natasha's seat for a moment first, wrapping his arm around her waist for a sweet, warm second instead of a word that wasn't necessary, not again.
"Want me to help you with your suitcase?"
She probably wouldn't, but sometimes he did have at least a slight cause of manners.
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After a last nibble on her fingertip, Clint let go off her and busied himself with the straw of his drink instead, pursing his lips a little more than necessary while his knee kept up the movements against her leg. For a few minutes there was just quiet slurping, the harmless chattering of people around them and some modern pop song from the speakers until they were ready to continue their way.
Clint stood to get next to Natasha's seat for a moment first, wrapping his arm around her waist for a sweet, warm second instead of a word that wasn't necessary, not again.
"Want me to help you with your suitcase?"
She probably wouldn't, but sometimes he did have at least a slight cause of manners.