A comfortable silence settled over the room and Natasha let out a breath. It wasn’t that she didn’t like a good Bond theme, but hearing the same clip of it played continuously would get to anyone after a while. Settling back against Clint again, of course she didn’t fail to notice that when he returned his hand to where it had been it happened to rest a little lower than before.
“Mmm, good thing I like it dirty,” she muttered. Despite the age gap between them, the last thing Natasha ever thought of Clint as was old. Watching him in action and knowing how young at heart he was she knew he could give even an eighteen year old a run for his money.
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Date: 2014-02-09 08:56 pm (UTC)From:“Mmm, good thing I like it dirty,” she muttered. Despite the age gap between them, the last thing Natasha ever thought of Clint as was old. Watching him in action and knowing how young at heart he was she knew he could give even an eighteen year old a run for his money.