Already half-asleep, Clint more felt than heard Natasha's whisper but his smile grew, and until he finally passed out, he had his hand placed softly over hers, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb.
He was out like a dead man for most of the night, which was a very welcome change to months of nightmares and coldness attacks. He felt more rested than he could remember for quite a while when he woke up to sunlight climbing over the ocean.
The soft orange light falling in through the windows had Natasha's hair glow like a flame, all spread out over her pillow, when he opened his eyes, and that was definitely one of the best ways to wake up. Not to speak of the memory that this wasn't even a kind of mission, that they wouldn't have to prepare for killing and running later for once. That she was with him here because they had chosen so and didn't have to worry about anything but keeping a low profile for a while.
It still felt fucking incredible.
He didn't reach out for her, not wanting to wake her, just watched her for a few long minutes while he waited for sleep to come back. When it didn't happen, he made his way silently to the kitchen to see if the coffee machine was still alive. It was, and together with the fruit Angelina had prepared for them yesterday it made a pretty decent breakfast. Light enough to leave room for more later, since he definitely planned to take Natasha to the best pasta place in town today.
"Hey, sleepy."
When he sat the tray with the food carefully down on the bed, Natasha still seemed pretty out. Apparently he had exhausted her more over the last weekend than intended.
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Date: 2014-03-14 02:49 am (UTC)From:He was out like a dead man for most of the night, which was a very welcome change to months of nightmares and coldness attacks. He felt more rested than he could remember for quite a while when he woke up to sunlight climbing over the ocean.
The soft orange light falling in through the windows had Natasha's hair glow like a flame, all spread out over her pillow, when he opened his eyes, and that was definitely one of the best ways to wake up. Not to speak of the memory that this wasn't even a kind of mission, that they wouldn't have to prepare for killing and running later for once. That she was with him here because they had chosen so and didn't have to worry about anything but keeping a low profile for a while.
It still felt fucking incredible.
He didn't reach out for her, not wanting to wake her, just watched her for a few long minutes while he waited for sleep to come back. When it didn't happen, he made his way silently to the kitchen to see if the coffee machine was still alive. It was, and together with the fruit Angelina had prepared for them yesterday it made a pretty decent breakfast. Light enough to leave room for more later, since he definitely planned to take Natasha to the best pasta place in town today.
"Hey, sleepy."
When he sat the tray with the food carefully down on the bed, Natasha still seemed pretty out. Apparently he had exhausted her more over the last weekend than intended.