Some men were sexy, some were cute, and some were just plain goofy, but Clint Barton happened to be each of these things at any given time. Right now, with him looking a bit bashful at the praise Natasha had given him he was definitely adorable, but give him five minutes in the bedroom and he was beyond sexy. It was a mystery how he managed to pull them all off without even trying.
Pushing her plate aside, Natasha took a sip of her drink and propped her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand as she listened to him talk. S.H.I.E.L.D. provided nutritious, healthy meals for their employees, but they didn’t spend any extra in importing anything special, and nutritious didn’t always taste good. Then, of course, there were Clint and Natasha’s own eating habits when left to their own devices. Take-out and whatever is quick and comes in a package or can... not really the best either. Maybe this whole ‘eat local and cook fresh’ movement would be good for them in multiple ways.
“I’ll be there in a moment to help you,” she said, wanting to just sit a moment longer and let her food settle before getting to her feet again.
She couldn’t help but wonder how long this would last. They only had another week, maybe two, before she would absolutely have to contact Nick and update him on their status. She had been prepared to argue her case to get more time for Clint, but she had not expected this turn of events. She would have to come clean, and then what? She couldn’t even begin to guess how Nick would take the news, nor how he would want to handle it. She presumed he would insist they return so he could have his own doctors monitor her progress, but they idea of going back to headquarters now, of going through this in such a sterile and cold environment after spending time somewhere so warm and inviting... it wasn’t a welcome thought.
She wondered how far along she had to be before flying was out of the question...
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Pushing her plate aside, Natasha took a sip of her drink and propped her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand as she listened to him talk. S.H.I.E.L.D. provided nutritious, healthy meals for their employees, but they didn’t spend any extra in importing anything special, and nutritious didn’t always taste good. Then, of course, there were Clint and Natasha’s own eating habits when left to their own devices. Take-out and whatever is quick and comes in a package or can... not really the best either. Maybe this whole ‘eat local and cook fresh’ movement would be good for them in multiple ways.
“I’ll be there in a moment to help you,” she said, wanting to just sit a moment longer and let her food settle before getting to her feet again.
She couldn’t help but wonder how long this would last. They only had another week, maybe two, before she would absolutely have to contact Nick and update him on their status. She had been prepared to argue her case to get more time for Clint, but she had not expected this turn of events. She would have to come clean, and then what? She couldn’t even begin to guess how Nick would take the news, nor how he would want to handle it. She presumed he would insist they return so he could have his own doctors monitor her progress, but they idea of going back to headquarters now, of going through this in such a sterile and cold environment after spending time somewhere so warm and inviting... it wasn’t a welcome thought.
She wondered how far along she had to be before flying was out of the question...