Clint could feel her smile in his back without looking, when he carried the bottle back to the fridge. There were a few fruit leftovers from the morning that he brought back with him and put down on the sofa table, in case Natasha would still be hungry. He squeezed his body back on the sofa, gently maneuvering her head on his thighs when he sat down, and touched that grin on her lips softly with a fingertip. For that look on her face he'd do much more than spend a few bucks on a little milk and maybe a little meat extra here and there.
"Did I wake you in my sleep?"
His mind was still half caught up in these creepy children voices from the short rest. He wasn't keen on remembering where that shit came from at all and he really hoped, he hadn't been talking in his sleep. Whatever it was, it wasn't something he wanted to burden Natasha with.
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Clint could feel her smile in his back without looking, when he carried the bottle back to the fridge. There were a few fruit leftovers from the morning that he brought back with him and put down on the sofa table, in case Natasha would still be hungry. He squeezed his body back on the sofa, gently maneuvering her head on his thighs when he sat down, and touched that grin on her lips softly with a fingertip. For that look on her face he'd do much more than spend a few bucks on a little milk and maybe a little meat extra here and there.
"Did I wake you in my sleep?"
His mind was still half caught up in these creepy children voices from the short rest. He wasn't keen on remembering where that shit came from at all and he really hoped, he hadn't been talking in his sleep. Whatever it was, it wasn't something he wanted to burden Natasha with.