That hadn’t been what she had meant, she had been referring to days on the job, but she certainly couldn’t argue. Yesterday had been amazing for so many reasons; she only wished they had been able to continue it into today with no setbacks, but of course that hadn’t worked out. It wasn’t too late to salvage the rest of the weekend, though.
When they reached Clint’s place Natasha couldn’t help but remember the last time they had crossed the threshold to step inside and she glanced at him, the grin on his face evidence that he was remembering the same thing. The trip upstairs wasn’t so rushed and desperate this time, and Clint even hesitated at the door before letting them in, but everything was exactly how they had left it, nothing was amiss.
“Would make for an interesting meeting if he was told to report back everything he saw,” Natasha replied, one corner of her lips quirked upward. Removing her coat, she quickly checked her phone and found a reply from Fury. “He has agreed to the meeting, but not until ten. He had to exercise some control, of course.”
In all honesty Natasha greatly respected Nick Fury, and very much liked the man and she knew the feeling was mutual. He wasn’t just some faceless commander, he actually cared about his agents and went to bat for them, and she knew he would see the logic to this plan and agree to it. He would stand up for Clint, would agree to it because he would see it was what was best. She was as certain as she could be that he would let them go.
Turning to face Clint she closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms lightly around his neck before kissing him, slowly and deeply; just because she could, because it had been long enough since she’d kissed him proper, because she wanted him to feel her complete confidence that everything would work out.
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Date: 2014-01-04 01:43 pm (UTC)From:When they reached Clint’s place Natasha couldn’t help but remember the last time they had crossed the threshold to step inside and she glanced at him, the grin on his face evidence that he was remembering the same thing. The trip upstairs wasn’t so rushed and desperate this time, and Clint even hesitated at the door before letting them in, but everything was exactly how they had left it, nothing was amiss.
“Would make for an interesting meeting if he was told to report back everything he saw,” Natasha replied, one corner of her lips quirked upward. Removing her coat, she quickly checked her phone and found a reply from Fury. “He has agreed to the meeting, but not until ten. He had to exercise some control, of course.”
In all honesty Natasha greatly respected Nick Fury, and very much liked the man and she knew the feeling was mutual. He wasn’t just some faceless commander, he actually cared about his agents and went to bat for them, and she knew he would see the logic to this plan and agree to it. He would stand up for Clint, would agree to it because he would see it was what was best. She was as certain as she could be that he would let them go.
Turning to face Clint she closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms lightly around his neck before kissing him, slowly and deeply; just because she could, because it had been long enough since she’d kissed him proper, because she wanted him to feel her complete confidence that everything would work out.