“The air is certainly fresher here,” Natasha said with a grin. She was used to the harsh, polluted air or New York City, but it was always nice to get away from it for a while.
Knowing that Clint wasn’t at his best before his first cup of coffee, Natasha fell into comfortable silence while they ate their breakfast. She still felt a little off, but she passed it off as jetlag, refusing to let that ruin their first day. The weekend had been relaxing, able to spend the whole thing together, and they had hit on some emotional breakthroughs that had brought them closer together than ever before, but the Monday deadline had loomed the whole time, and the impending meeting with Fury. Now it was over and they were free to spend their time however they wanted, and it felt good, really good, and while Natasha was still of the mindset of not wanting to waste a minute of it, she hoped that would fade soon enough.
She listened to Clint’s ideas for their first few days and nodded as she placed the last bit of fruit on her tongue. A few weeks o themselves, only needing to venture out once a week for fresh food? It sounded wonderful.
“We can unpack later,” she agreed, finishing her coffee and setting the empty cup on the tray. She hated living out of a suitcase, especially somewhere they were planning on staying and relaxing at, but a few more hours certainly wouldn’t hurt. “After a long shower.” There was no point getting clean now before their walk, but she still felt the grime of travel clinging to her and was looking forward to washing up before they went out for lunch anywhere.
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Knowing that Clint wasn’t at his best before his first cup of coffee, Natasha fell into comfortable silence while they ate their breakfast. She still felt a little off, but she passed it off as jetlag, refusing to let that ruin their first day. The weekend had been relaxing, able to spend the whole thing together, and they had hit on some emotional breakthroughs that had brought them closer together than ever before, but the Monday deadline had loomed the whole time, and the impending meeting with Fury. Now it was over and they were free to spend their time however they wanted, and it felt good, really good, and while Natasha was still of the mindset of not wanting to waste a minute of it, she hoped that would fade soon enough.
She listened to Clint’s ideas for their first few days and nodded as she placed the last bit of fruit on her tongue. A few weeks o themselves, only needing to venture out once a week for fresh food? It sounded wonderful.
“We can unpack later,” she agreed, finishing her coffee and setting the empty cup on the tray. She hated living out of a suitcase, especially somewhere they were planning on staying and relaxing at, but a few more hours certainly wouldn’t hurt. “After a long shower.” There was no point getting clean now before their walk, but she still felt the grime of travel clinging to her and was looking forward to washing up before they went out for lunch anywhere.