"One of these days you'll kill me with that look."
Clint pretended to be unimpressed but again made a note to keep it more to himself that he just couldn't stop worrying about Natasha. The last thing he wanted was her feeling uncomfortable.
The food made him forget the subject for a while. Even warmed up, it lost nearly nothing of its charm, and he remembered quite vividly one of the reasons why he always came back here in the end. No one made pasta like these people. He had to stop himself from finishing that whole pot. Natasha shouldn't have to roll him to the bedroom later.
"I need a shower or we wake up in a salt lake tomorrow", he finally sighed when he pushed his plate away. Standing up to go to the bathroom would be quite a task feeling so full, though, so he preferred to half lean on the table for the moment, with his chin resting on his arms, and watch Natasha on the other side with a soft smile. "You know, I could get used to this whole domestic stuff."
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Date: 2014-05-10 09:39 am (UTC)From:Clint pretended to be unimpressed but again made a note to keep it more to himself that he just couldn't stop worrying about Natasha. The last thing he wanted was her feeling uncomfortable.
The food made him forget the subject for a while. Even warmed up, it lost nearly nothing of its charm, and he remembered quite vividly one of the reasons why he always came back here in the end. No one made pasta like these people. He had to stop himself from finishing that whole pot. Natasha shouldn't have to roll him to the bedroom later.
"I need a shower or we wake up in a salt lake tomorrow", he finally sighed when he pushed his plate away. Standing up to go to the bathroom would be quite a task feeling so full, though, so he preferred to half lean on the table for the moment, with his chin resting on his arms, and watch Natasha on the other side with a soft smile. "You know, I could get used to this whole domestic stuff."