“Well, it is certainly inconspicuous,” Natasha teased when she saw the car. It looked well worn, and would certainly blend in easily among any other traffic around instead of sticking out like a shiny new rental. Clint really had thought this through, not that she expected any less of him.
Settling into the passenger side seat, she glanced over at him just as the sun was setting, the fading orange glow lighting up the smile on his face, and for a moment she felt warm in a way that had nothing to do with the heat. He looked so free, so relaxed, already and whatever happened during or because of this trip she knew it was the right choice.
Turning her face toward the window, she watched the scenery pass by, not even bothering trying to tame the wild hair that the wind blew around her head. Only when he spoke again did she lazily roll her head along the back of the seat to look at him again. “It’s not,” was all she said.
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Date: 2014-03-11 06:03 pm (UTC)From:Settling into the passenger side seat, she glanced over at him just as the sun was setting, the fading orange glow lighting up the smile on his face, and for a moment she felt warm in a way that had nothing to do with the heat. He looked so free, so relaxed, already and whatever happened during or because of this trip she knew it was the right choice.
Turning her face toward the window, she watched the scenery pass by, not even bothering trying to tame the wild hair that the wind blew around her head. Only when he spoke again did she lazily roll her head along the back of the seat to look at him again. “It’s not,” was all she said.