“A small chance,” she teased, feeling her unease settle a little at his grin. She didn’t know if she was helping, encouraging the lightheartedness when there was still so much darkness within him, but this was hardly the place to talk about any of it. They could do all the talking he needed to once they got to their destination, but she knew him. Over the weekend he had opened up to her, but she knew he had to do so in small doses.
It was strange just wandering along, hand in hand, without it being a cover, but despite the odd feeling Natasha found herself enjoying it. It was rare they got to be normal in public, they didn’t really do normal, but maybe they could, maybe this time away they could learn how. Not everything had to be about the job, and not everything had to be guarded and kept secret. They could show each other off, they didn’t have to pretend there was nothing between them. It would take some time to get used to, but they could just be.
On the way to the viewing terrace, Natasha ended up a step ahead of Clint when he slowed to a stop outside of a small arcade. Looking back at him she was pleased to see such a wide smile on his lips, though his words surprised her. He didn’t talk about Barney often, nor the early years of his childhood in general. Her smile was soft and genuine, feeling happy and privileged that he would share this little glimpse into his past with her.
“I assume you were better at shooting games,” she said. In all honesty, she didn’t know much about Pac-Man or any other game; games were not something she had been allowed in the Red Room, nor something she’d had much experience with before meeting Clint. He had since introduced her to gaming at home, but not the old fashioned arcade games.
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It was strange just wandering along, hand in hand, without it being a cover, but despite the odd feeling Natasha found herself enjoying it. It was rare they got to be normal in public, they didn’t really do normal, but maybe they could, maybe this time away they could learn how. Not everything had to be about the job, and not everything had to be guarded and kept secret. They could show each other off, they didn’t have to pretend there was nothing between them. It would take some time to get used to, but they could just be.
On the way to the viewing terrace, Natasha ended up a step ahead of Clint when he slowed to a stop outside of a small arcade. Looking back at him she was pleased to see such a wide smile on his lips, though his words surprised her. He didn’t talk about Barney often, nor the early years of his childhood in general. Her smile was soft and genuine, feeling happy and privileged that he would share this little glimpse into his past with her.
“I assume you were better at shooting games,” she said. In all honesty, she didn’t know much about Pac-Man or any other game; games were not something she had been allowed in the Red Room, nor something she’d had much experience with before meeting Clint. He had since introduced her to gaming at home, but not the old fashioned arcade games.