“Mm, yes. It would be quite an identity crisis for him. A harsh blow, and not the kind he is used to,” Natasha replied, grinning against the rim of her wine glass. When Clint slipped his arm around her she snuggled closer to his side, enjoying the closeness and the warmth that radiated off of him.
While Clint was all about hot sand, Natasha loved the snow. It was one of the differences they both respected in each other, and she knew that if this vacation worked out well for them that next time (because there would be a next time) Clint would easily concede to somewhere colder if that was what she wanted.
“It is,” she confirmed. “It’s not as cold there as people think, nor as snowy.”
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Date: 2014-01-26 07:39 pm (UTC)From:While Clint was all about hot sand, Natasha loved the snow. It was one of the differences they both respected in each other, and she knew that if this vacation worked out well for them that next time (because there would be a next time) Clint would easily concede to somewhere colder if that was what she wanted.
“It is,” she confirmed. “It’s not as cold there as people think, nor as snowy.”