When Clint wrapped his arms around her Natasha settled against him, resting her head on his chest and closing her eyes with a content sigh. Her body fit along his so perfectly, and his steady heartbeat under her ear gave a comforting rhythm that seemed to compliment the soft music still playing in the background.
She thought about his question and ran possibilities over in her mind. She tried to recall some pleasant missions, but what she discovered was that all of her best memories involved Clint. Her favourite missions, what little downtime she had between them... in all the best ones he was always there. Well, almost.
“One time I was in Paris, before you caught up with me,” she began. “I had just met with a client and was supposed to be on my way to Greece, but I decided to catch a late flight. I found somewhere to sit near Notre Dame and there was an American couple taking pictures. One would take a picture of the other in front of the cathedral, then they would switch until the man approached me and asked in horrible French with a lot of gesturing with his camera if I would take a picture of the two of them. So I did, and no sooner had I handed them back their camera when three Chinese girls asked the same.” Turning her face in to bury against Clint’s chest, she took a deep breath and snuggled closer. “It was something so simple, but it made them all so happy. I ended up spending the rest of the afternoon there watching the people and taking photographs. I even offered to take them myself a time or two.”
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Date: 2014-03-23 07:32 pm (UTC)From:She thought about his question and ran possibilities over in her mind. She tried to recall some pleasant missions, but what she discovered was that all of her best memories involved Clint. Her favourite missions, what little downtime she had between them... in all the best ones he was always there. Well, almost.
“One time I was in Paris, before you caught up with me,” she began. “I had just met with a client and was supposed to be on my way to Greece, but I decided to catch a late flight. I found somewhere to sit near Notre Dame and there was an American couple taking pictures. One would take a picture of the other in front of the cathedral, then they would switch until the man approached me and asked in horrible French with a lot of gesturing with his camera if I would take a picture of the two of them. So I did, and no sooner had I handed them back their camera when three Chinese girls asked the same.” Turning her face in to bury against Clint’s chest, she took a deep breath and snuggled closer. “It was something so simple, but it made them all so happy. I ended up spending the rest of the afternoon there watching the people and taking photographs. I even offered to take them myself a time or two.”