It was a little hot for Clint too, especially with talking all the time, and soon he ended up drinking from that bottle himself. But he held it out for Natasha everytime he reached for it first. With side-eyes looks he could live right now, if it meant she stayed hydrated at least.
In one of these small breaks, rolling a sip of water in his mouth, he allowed himself to watch her for a moment as much as it was possible from the angle. Now that he had kind of caught his basic balance back, he could do that again. He had to. He had to watch her and watch out for her in this upcoming time, the absent look on her face showed him that clearly. She wouldn't be able to do it herself, not as much as usual.
Maybe that was the perfect job for partners who had fucked up. At least it would stop him from drowning in self-pity.
That thick knot in his throat already threatened to return, so he took another sip and went back to reading, though he caught himself hardly paying attention to the story. The witch was screaming at that unicorn or something, they had it about something like lost youth and innocence. Jesus. His patience with fairy tales didn't reach very far since a few hours.
He was kind of relieved when inside the house the protesting screams of their visitor started again. The sun had cooled and settled down a bit over the ocean, so they had obviously spent some time here though he could hardly recall it. Which probably meant a mess from their furball - good thing it was just the tub - that bath waiting and lunchtime soon.
He still searched for any sign of hunger in his stomach in vain, but when he stood up after putting Natasha's bookmarklet back in and pressing his lips to her clearly sun heated skin once more, he realized he had been sitting for a while in too high temperatures himself. He had to rest on the balcony door for a moment, shake the dizziness from his head. When he reached for that bottle again, he found it empty this time.
"I need to take care of her. Do you want to stay here? Need more water or something?"
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Date: 2014-06-11 02:27 pm (UTC)From:In one of these small breaks, rolling a sip of water in his mouth, he allowed himself to watch her for a moment as much as it was possible from the angle. Now that he had kind of caught his basic balance back, he could do that again. He had to. He had to watch her and watch out for her in this upcoming time, the absent look on her face showed him that clearly. She wouldn't be able to do it herself, not as much as usual.
Maybe that was the perfect job for partners who had fucked up. At least it would stop him from drowning in self-pity.
That thick knot in his throat already threatened to return, so he took another sip and went back to reading, though he caught himself hardly paying attention to the story. The witch was screaming at that unicorn or something, they had it about something like lost youth and innocence. Jesus. His patience with fairy tales didn't reach very far since a few hours.
He was kind of relieved when inside the house the protesting screams of their visitor started again. The sun had cooled and settled down a bit over the ocean, so they had obviously spent some time here though he could hardly recall it. Which probably meant a mess from their furball - good thing it was just the tub - that bath waiting and lunchtime soon.
He still searched for any sign of hunger in his stomach in vain, but when he stood up after putting Natasha's bookmarklet back in and pressing his lips to her clearly sun heated skin once more, he realized he had been sitting for a while in too high temperatures himself. He had to rest on the balcony door for a moment, shake the dizziness from his head. When he reached for that bottle again, he found it empty this time.
"I need to take care of her. Do you want to stay here? Need more water or something?"