"I prefer this color, though", Clint answered immediately though, well, that wasn't much of a secret.
Answering her question was surprisingly harder than expected. A thoughtful frown spread on his face as they made their way back down the stairs.
"This city? Basically it's been my base when Nick made me play The Godfather part 1 to 25 a few years ago. Didn't leave middle Europe for nearly a year. After a while you get to know your way around, I guess."
But that hadn't been the only time, had it? He had told Natasha that he hadn't been on Holiday since he had started working for Fury and that was true. Except for these short spans you spent in safe houses that couldn't really be called being off duty...
More than 10 years of one mission after another. Roaming the seas for some time, waiting for orders to sink several highly dangerous pirate boats, hadn't been any different. Always on alert, always ready to strike. But that had been the year when he had parked a certain little courageous boat quite often down there in the harbor of Naxos. Everytime when he had had a bad case of sea sickness and claustrophobia and had needed a few days at shore.
The exact memory of these occasions was pretty blurry though. Probably too much booze involved.
"Probably our catlady could tell you more precisely", he added after a few seconds, with something that wouldn't quite pass as a smile anymore. "There's been times in this job... I'm not even sure I want to remember too much. When it all blurs down to bodies and the scars you bring home... Sometimes I felt like the protagonist in someone else's nightmare."
Still a shaky laugh but better than nothing.
"It's days like these when I was really glad I could just go somewhere and close the door behind me."
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Answering her question was surprisingly harder than expected. A thoughtful frown spread on his face as they made their way back down the stairs.
"This city? Basically it's been my base when Nick made me play The Godfather part 1 to 25 a few years ago. Didn't leave middle Europe for nearly a year. After a while you get to know your way around, I guess."
But that hadn't been the only time, had it? He had told Natasha that he hadn't been on Holiday since he had started working for Fury and that was true. Except for these short spans you spent in safe houses that couldn't really be called being off duty...
More than 10 years of one mission after another. Roaming the seas for some time, waiting for orders to sink several highly dangerous pirate boats, hadn't been any different. Always on alert, always ready to strike. But that had been the year when he had parked a certain little courageous boat quite often down there in the harbor of Naxos. Everytime when he had had a bad case of sea sickness and claustrophobia and had needed a few days at shore.
The exact memory of these occasions was pretty blurry though. Probably too much booze involved.
"Probably our catlady could tell you more precisely", he added after a few seconds, with something that wouldn't quite pass as a smile anymore. "There's been times in this job... I'm not even sure I want to remember too much. When it all blurs down to bodies and the scars you bring home... Sometimes I felt like the protagonist in someone else's nightmare."
Still a shaky laugh but better than nothing.
"It's days like these when I was really glad I could just go somewhere and close the door behind me."