When Natasha laughed, it was hard not to join, so the last chorus wasn't all that professional anymore - not that it had been to begin with - but Clint held on to his part until the bitter end, even going down on one knee for his one-woman-audience in the end.
He might not really mind making a fool of himself for her (as far as some people were concerned, that could be his second name anyway, not that he minded), but his cheeks were decidedly too red for a little workout of his vocal cords when he finally got up again. Apparently, grog in the middle of the day wasn't good for his filters.
But Natasha was giggling and one day he would tell her how adorable that was, even if it would bring him a bruise or two. Still grinning, he passed her by to heave his luggage on the top of the cabinet in the bedroom and do the same for her. Sometimes a few inches of height more made life so much easier.
"Anything I can still help you with? Except for a encore?"
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Date: 2014-03-23 02:47 pm (UTC)From:He might not really mind making a fool of himself for her (as far as some people were concerned, that could be his second name anyway, not that he minded), but his cheeks were decidedly too red for a little workout of his vocal cords when he finally got up again. Apparently, grog in the middle of the day wasn't good for his filters.
But Natasha was giggling and one day he would tell her how adorable that was, even if it would bring him a bruise or two. Still grinning, he passed her by to heave his luggage on the top of the cabinet in the bedroom and do the same for her. Sometimes a few inches of height more made life so much easier.
"Anything I can still help you with? Except for a encore?"