“Well, if you insist, but I think you tried and succeeded this morning,” she said. “Though if you do have food in the fridge we should use it up before tomorrow.”
Settling her luggage on the seat on one side of the cab, Natasha sat close to Clint when he climbed in next to her. Just having her close seemed to have a sort of calming effect, and seeing as she enjoyed being near him she saw no downside.
The beginning of the cab ride was made in silence, just the music filling the vehicle’s interior. Natasha recognized the song as well, and the same memories came back to her that Clint was reminiscing over at the moment, so when he finally spoke she knew exactly what he was talking about. That wasn’t to say that his last statement didn’t catch her off guard, though.
It wasn’t something they talked about, life after S.H.I.E.L.D. Natasha never really thought about it, maybe because she didn’t think she would ever see it, or maybe because she rarely thought of her future, instead choosing to focus on the present. What would happen when the field was no longer an option? A desk job? Retirement?
“None of us will,” she said, not sure what else to say. So she focused on the first statement. “We have had a lot of good days.” Leaning against his shoulder she smiled.
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Settling her luggage on the seat on one side of the cab, Natasha sat close to Clint when he climbed in next to her. Just having her close seemed to have a sort of calming effect, and seeing as she enjoyed being near him she saw no downside.
The beginning of the cab ride was made in silence, just the music filling the vehicle’s interior. Natasha recognized the song as well, and the same memories came back to her that Clint was reminiscing over at the moment, so when he finally spoke she knew exactly what he was talking about. That wasn’t to say that his last statement didn’t catch her off guard, though.
It wasn’t something they talked about, life after S.H.I.E.L.D. Natasha never really thought about it, maybe because she didn’t think she would ever see it, or maybe because she rarely thought of her future, instead choosing to focus on the present. What would happen when the field was no longer an option? A desk job? Retirement?
“None of us will,” she said, not sure what else to say. So she focused on the first statement. “We have had a lot of good days.” Leaning against his shoulder she smiled.