After that long afternoon in the sun and especially that little anger fit from just now - that already began to feel like a strange distant dream in his head - Clint felt sweaty and uncomfortable. Relaxing a bit in warm water, holding Natasha whenever she needed it, waiting for enough tiredness to sleep to kick... Better than anything else they could have come up with, really.
He didn't comment on the eating part because he was pretty sure, he wouldn't get down more than one or two bites again, but he didn't want to upset her. So he just smiled shortly and lead the way upstairs, leaving his gear where it was. He could take care of that tomorrow or something. Fidgeting around with his weapons had never seemed so unimportant to him. Especially when it looked like he couldn't handle them anymore anyway.
He pushed that new uneasy worry away like he had done it with most of his feelings through the day, shook it off like a nasty insect. No time to worry about his own trifles right now.
He left it to Natasha to prepare the bath because he wasn't sure how her stomach was doing and what kind of smells she could handle. Sitting on the tub edge with his hands folded in his lap, he watched her as he could feel at least one of the desired goals of the evening already kicking in... He suddenly felt incredibly tired.
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After that long afternoon in the sun and especially that little anger fit from just now - that already began to feel like a strange distant dream in his head - Clint felt sweaty and uncomfortable. Relaxing a bit in warm water, holding Natasha whenever she needed it, waiting for enough tiredness to sleep to kick... Better than anything else they could have come up with, really.
He didn't comment on the eating part because he was pretty sure, he wouldn't get down more than one or two bites again, but he didn't want to upset her. So he just smiled shortly and lead the way upstairs, leaving his gear where it was. He could take care of that tomorrow or something. Fidgeting around with his weapons had never seemed so unimportant to him. Especially when it looked like he couldn't handle them anymore anyway.
He pushed that new uneasy worry away like he had done it with most of his feelings through the day, shook it off like a nasty insect. No time to worry about his own trifles right now.
He left it to Natasha to prepare the bath because he wasn't sure how her stomach was doing and what kind of smells she could handle. Sitting on the tub edge with his hands folded in his lap, he watched her as he could feel at least one of the desired goals of the evening already kicking in... He suddenly felt incredibly tired.