Natasha’s smile softened, and she brushed her fingers tenderly over his hand as she took the spoon from him. Taking a bite of the ice cream, she closed her eyes and sighed. “Mm, that’s good,” she praised, letting it melt slowly on her tongue. Clint was already distracted, though, and when she opened her eyes she found him watching the boy from earlier practicing on a not so safe area of the beach.
“Do you want to go talk to him?” she offered, because she knew if something did happen to the kid Clint would definitely blame himself, and he was already blaming himself for things he didn’t have any control over. She would rather he not add anything more to that list. “I promise I won’t eat all of the ice cream while you’re gone.”
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Date: 2014-04-27 09:15 pm (UTC)From:“Do you want to go talk to him?” she offered, because she knew if something did happen to the kid Clint would definitely blame himself, and he was already blaming himself for things he didn’t have any control over. She would rather he not add anything more to that list. “I promise I won’t eat all of the ice cream while you’re gone.”