"Don't forget your books. You know, for the time on the beach when you're not busy staring at my ass."
Clint quickly dodged the expected love tap of Natasha's elbow and motioned her along to the direction of their car. What they still needed was on the way out anyway. He finished the rest of his snack on the way to a certain stand, one he actually thought to remember from a few years ago.
It would just as well have done on a flea market with the wide range of household stuff offered, but all of the things were clean and in very good shape. He had gotten most of his own books for lonely evenings there, in fact. Today the guy behind the counter had brought a various range of different genres again, neatly stapled in several rows to browse through the titles.
Clint was a fairly slow reader and still had a pile of unfinished books at home to choose from later, so he let Natasha look through the offers alone. His own gaze wandered over the other piles of more or less practical stuff, while he was trying to remember if there was anything they still needed.
How he ended up eying a small wicker basket with a lockable door under the counter table, he honestly didn't know. After all, they had dropped the kitty subject, right? No need to look for a price bag or try to remember whether there was a vet in town or if they would have to drive for a while...
"You can have it for ten straight, signore", the dealer told him helpfully, just when he got up from his half kneeling position again, hoping, Natasha hadn't watched him. "For fifteen I'll give you a food and water bowl too. If you need anything else, I can make an order and bring it next week..."
Clint stopped the guy with a denying wave of his hand and rubbed his forehead, sighing. He couldn't shake the feeling that the world was trying to tell him something.
no subject
Clint quickly dodged the expected love tap of Natasha's elbow and motioned her along to the direction of their car. What they still needed was on the way out anyway. He finished the rest of his snack on the way to a certain stand, one he actually thought to remember from a few years ago.
It would just as well have done on a flea market with the wide range of household stuff offered, but all of the things were clean and in very good shape. He had gotten most of his own books for lonely evenings there, in fact. Today the guy behind the counter had brought a various range of different genres again, neatly stapled in several rows to browse through the titles.
Clint was a fairly slow reader and still had a pile of unfinished books at home to choose from later, so he let Natasha look through the offers alone. His own gaze wandered over the other piles of more or less practical stuff, while he was trying to remember if there was anything they still needed.
How he ended up eying a small wicker basket with a lockable door under the counter table, he honestly didn't know. After all, they had dropped the kitty subject, right? No need to look for a price bag or try to remember whether there was a vet in town or if they would have to drive for a while...
"You can have it for ten straight, signore", the dealer told him helpfully, just when he got up from his half kneeling position again, hoping, Natasha hadn't watched him. "For fifteen I'll give you a food and water bowl too. If you need anything else, I can make an order and bring it next week..."
Clint stopped the guy with a denying wave of his hand and rubbed his forehead, sighing. He couldn't shake the feeling that the world was trying to tell him something.