Well, this time Clint could hide his blush behind his glass at least.
"Every excuse to get my hands on the fruits around here", he chuckled after another sip from his glass. "It's a circus thing, I think. On our travels through the countries, Barney and me often stole our food from the nearest field to have something to eat at all. All that frozen and modified shit you get in the cities in the states or on a S.H.I.E.L.D. base, you know... It's always nice to be in regions where you can eat that stuff fright from a tree."
He remembered that stupid fantasy he had told Natasha about, about having his own farm with fields and dogs and all, and suddenly he wondered if that actually was in his future. It wasn't exactly a dog, but they had started on that pet thing already, and if fate was good, they would have a family soon, a family he certainly didn't want to have in his neighborhood.
He didn't even know how to handle it at all at this point, admittedly, but that was something he was certain about. They would need a new place to live. Natasha and him still were too young to think about retiring, and he was pretty sure, she'd want that as little as him at this point, but who knew how things would look in a few years?
Getting ahead of ourselves, are we, Barton?
He shook his head a little to get rid of these pointless speculations and put the half-empty glass away for the moment. Plenty of time to think and talk about that in the months to come. No need to ruin the mood right now with too serious stuff.
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Date: 2014-06-28 09:19 am (UTC)From:"Every excuse to get my hands on the fruits around here", he chuckled after another sip from his glass. "It's a circus thing, I think. On our travels through the countries, Barney and me often stole our food from the nearest field to have something to eat at all. All that frozen and modified shit you get in the cities in the states or on a S.H.I.E.L.D. base, you know... It's always nice to be in regions where you can eat that stuff fright from a tree."
He remembered that stupid fantasy he had told Natasha about, about having his own farm with fields and dogs and all, and suddenly he wondered if that actually was in his future. It wasn't exactly a dog, but they had started on that pet thing already, and if fate was good, they would have a family soon, a family he certainly didn't want to have in his neighborhood.
He didn't even know how to handle it at all at this point, admittedly, but that was something he was certain about. They would need a new place to live. Natasha and him still were too young to think about retiring, and he was pretty sure, she'd want that as little as him at this point, but who knew how things would look in a few years?
Getting ahead of ourselves, are we, Barton?
He shook his head a little to get rid of these pointless speculations and put the half-empty glass away for the moment. Plenty of time to think and talk about that in the months to come. No need to ruin the mood right now with too serious stuff.
"I guess I better clean up the kitchen."