For a long time Natasha sat and imagined all the different scenarios that could come from this. She thought of all the joys and all the sorrows that could come from every possible outcome, thought of how each one would affect and change their lives and the life they led together. By the time she heard Clint’s footfalls on the stairs she felt a lot less lost though no less terrified than before.
Turning her head toward the sound of his voice she slowly opened her eyes to look at him.
“Okay,” was all she said, her eyes traveling quickly over his sweat drenched form. She could tell from the way he held himself that he had overdone it and was in a world of pain and probably in desperate need of a massage. She would offer once he’d finished his shower.
Bringing her forgotten mug of tea to her lips, she made a face at the now cold liquid. It was funny how hot tea that had gone cold was not a pleasant thing, yet iced tea was still good. Maybe she should make a pot and put it on ice for later. It would be a nice alternative to just chugging bottles of water.
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Date: 2014-06-21 03:00 pm (UTC)From:Turning her head toward the sound of his voice she slowly opened her eyes to look at him.
“Okay,” was all she said, her eyes traveling quickly over his sweat drenched form. She could tell from the way he held himself that he had overdone it and was in a world of pain and probably in desperate need of a massage. She would offer once he’d finished his shower.
Bringing her forgotten mug of tea to her lips, she made a face at the now cold liquid. It was funny how hot tea that had gone cold was not a pleasant thing, yet iced tea was still good. Maybe she should make a pot and put it on ice for later. It would be a nice alternative to just chugging bottles of water.