"What, you mean I don't get to try and cook for you?"
It was pathetic but better than no laugh at all. A cab sounded perfectly right now, so he wasted no further time, leading Natasha outside to the nearest car they could catch.
He knew it was paranoid but he was kind of glad when they were on their own again. He didn't put it past Fury to send someone after him, make sure he wasn't already half way out of the country.
The driver was a quiet one again, thank God, and he even turned the music up some when they both took the back seat, sensing they needed some privacy.
It happened to be a Sting-song, one Clint remembered from a concert many years ago. One of the few big names he had been involved with. He normally didn't get the celeb stuff. He was too grumpy for them. But that evening... had been nice, especially since Natasha and him had been in time to stop the threatened attack on that hall. With their target safe and the bad guys sent off to prison soon enough, they actually had enjoyed the last few songs of the event peacefully.
So fucking long ago.
"I need to start remembering the good days I've had", he murmured, half way lost his memories, fingertips trailing soft lines over Natasha's leg. "Right now it all feels... useless. I know it isn't, I know it's just a phase... I just... Sometimes I feel I'm running out of time. I won't be able to work in the field forever."
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It was pathetic but better than no laugh at all. A cab sounded perfectly right now, so he wasted no further time, leading Natasha outside to the nearest car they could catch.
He knew it was paranoid but he was kind of glad when they were on their own again. He didn't put it past Fury to send someone after him, make sure he wasn't already half way out of the country.
The driver was a quiet one again, thank God, and he even turned the music up some when they both took the back seat, sensing they needed some privacy.
It happened to be a Sting-song, one Clint remembered from a concert many years ago. One of the few big names he had been involved with. He normally didn't get the celeb stuff. He was too grumpy for them. But that evening... had been nice, especially since Natasha and him had been in time to stop the threatened attack on that hall. With their target safe and the bad guys sent off to prison soon enough, they actually had enjoyed the last few songs of the event peacefully.
So fucking long ago.
"I need to start remembering the good days I've had", he murmured, half way lost his memories, fingertips trailing soft lines over Natasha's leg. "Right now it all feels... useless. I know it isn't, I know it's just a phase... I just... Sometimes I feel I'm running out of time. I won't be able to work in the field forever."