"For what, spending the whole day with my favorite partner?" Clint just smiled, smoothly fleeing into his usual defense when he was just a little too tempted to tell her what he really felt.
He didn't just enjoy acting like a normal couple, casually in love strolling the streets... Deep in his heart he wished for a quite a while now it could always be like that.
Natasha walking by his side, all denim and loose curls, very young and very innocent looking, her cheeks glowing with that seldom hint of relaxed curiosity for an everyday life they just couldn't live.
He thought he loved her a little more than he should, walking her through the park to his house at the other side, with his arm harmlessly resting around her shoulders, her beautiful pale skin gleaming in the soft neon lights.
It felt kind of strange, knowing there was no one to watch for once, no one they had to play this for. Maybe, just a little, she enjoyed this just as much as him, but they didn't talk about that often to not complicate things.
So Clint shut up and grinned because it was easier, and added the memory to the ones most precious in his heart.
"I mean, sure, I had to cancel all the other dates waiting for me tonight, that took a bit of time and charm, but..."
He laughed quietly, ducking away from the blow most certainly to come, and slowed his pace, wanting to enjoy these seldom minutes alone in a dark valley for a bit longer. For once without having to look out for snipers on the next roof.
Also they just passed again that guy with that guitar, and that was next to Natasha's laughter one of his favorite sounds if done well.
"He's good. I haven't heard a decent F chord since old Grumpy Hale in the circus showed Barney and me how to dance."
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Clint just smiled, smoothly fleeing into his usual defense when he was just a little too tempted to tell her what he really felt.
He didn't just enjoy acting like a normal couple, casually in love strolling the streets... Deep in his heart he wished for a quite a while now it could always be like that.
Natasha walking by his side, all denim and loose curls, very young and very innocent looking, her cheeks glowing with that seldom hint of relaxed curiosity for an everyday life they just couldn't live.
He thought he loved her a little more than he should, walking her through the park to his house at the other side, with his arm harmlessly resting around her shoulders, her beautiful pale skin gleaming in the soft neon lights.
It felt kind of strange, knowing there was no one to watch for once, no one they had to play this for. Maybe, just a little, she enjoyed this just as much as him, but they didn't talk about that often to not complicate things.
So Clint shut up and grinned because it was easier, and added the memory to the ones most precious in his heart.
"I mean, sure, I had to cancel all the other dates waiting for me tonight, that took a bit of time and charm, but..."
He laughed quietly, ducking away from the blow most certainly to come, and slowed his pace, wanting to enjoy these seldom minutes alone in a dark valley for a bit longer. For once without having to look out for snipers on the next roof.
Also they just passed again that guy with that guitar, and that was next to Natasha's laughter one of his favorite sounds if done well.
"He's good. I haven't heard a decent F chord since old Grumpy Hale in the circus showed Barney and me how to dance."