Clint carefully turned to his side, so Natasha came to lie on top of him, all curled up and warm and close, just like he loved it most, and wrapped his arms around her waist again. A quiet grumbling of his stomach made him chuckle, and there was no way she wouldn't have felt it, but he chose to ignore it for now. He'd have to get up sooner or later anyway to throw a few things in a bag, that was early enough for responsibilities.
"Wondering if I should take my bow and a few training arrows", he murmured, out of these thoughts. "You know, if we're talking staying in shape... Could give you a few lessons. Been some years since you last shot it."
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Date: 2014-01-05 01:59 pm (UTC)From:Clint carefully turned to his side, so Natasha came to lie on top of him, all curled up and warm and close, just like he loved it most, and wrapped his arms around her waist again. A quiet grumbling of his stomach made him chuckle, and there was no way she wouldn't have felt it, but he chose to ignore it for now. He'd have to get up sooner or later anyway to throw a few things in a bag, that was early enough for responsibilities.
"Wondering if I should take my bow and a few training arrows", he murmured, out of these thoughts. "You know, if we're talking staying in shape... Could give you a few lessons. Been some years since you last shot it."