She had never seen Clint so open and honest, not to mention so quick to blush. It was endearing, and Natasha wanting nothing more in that moment than to just pull him into a tight embrace. Instead she squeezed his hand before taking a sip of her own water and giving him chance to recover himself.
She expected that would be it, that he wouldn’t elaborate, so she was surprised when he seemed to speak to exactly how she felt. There were fleeting moments when she wondered what it would be like to be normal, and she had had a small taste of that with Alexei, but she knew that wasn’t the life for her. She got too much thrill from the action, and while she might consider that S.H.I.E.L.D. might not forever be the place for them, she knew she could never go completely straight.
The talk of family, though, never failed to make her feel a little sad, though she never let it show. She barely remembered her own parents, and if Clint’s father were still alive today then it would take a lot of willpower not to visit the man for a little ‘talk’. Neither she nor Clint had had normal or real childhoods, they had both been forced to grow up too fast in their own ways. They didn’t have families, so how could they ever have their own family together? Why would they want to?
“You would never be like him,” she said with complete confidence. “I’m happy with our life how it is,” she continued. “Especially right here, like this.” Not that she would be able to handle all this downtime for any extended period of time, but it was a nice, much needed break.
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She expected that would be it, that he wouldn’t elaborate, so she was surprised when he seemed to speak to exactly how she felt. There were fleeting moments when she wondered what it would be like to be normal, and she had had a small taste of that with Alexei, but she knew that wasn’t the life for her. She got too much thrill from the action, and while she might consider that S.H.I.E.L.D. might not forever be the place for them, she knew she could never go completely straight.
The talk of family, though, never failed to make her feel a little sad, though she never let it show. She barely remembered her own parents, and if Clint’s father were still alive today then it would take a lot of willpower not to visit the man for a little ‘talk’. Neither she nor Clint had had normal or real childhoods, they had both been forced to grow up too fast in their own ways. They didn’t have families, so how could they ever have their own family together? Why would they want to?
“You would never be like him,” she said with complete confidence. “I’m happy with our life how it is,” she continued. “Especially right here, like this.” Not that she would be able to handle all this downtime for any extended period of time, but it was a nice, much needed break.