Natasha actually waited until Clint rounded the car and opened the door for her before getting out. If he wanted to play the romantic she wouldn’t ruin his fun, and sometimes it was kind of nice to go the traditional route, especially when he ended up looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.
Holding his hand comfortably, they walked unhurriedly, taking in the sights around them and enjoying the warm evening air. When he started to tell his stories she smiled and listened intently, always happy to hear more tales of his life. “Might?” she teased with a raised eyebrow but otherwise stayed silent.
The street was a lively one, that was for sure, with hotspots and activities for all ages. It was nothing Natasha had expected considering how rustic it was near their little house, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. She could picture Clint here, playing games with the other men, drinking and laughing the night away. Did he ever leave here with women? Take them back to the house, or maybe to his boat? Were there many? Or maybe a special one that waited for him? She didn’t think these thoughts with jealousy but curiosity, the desire to know all she could about him. There was no point in being jealous of the past, and no reason to be jealous now. Clint was far too crazy about her for any other woman to be a threat.
“I do hope you alternated after that,” she replied. “Or at least agreed to buy each other the drinks.”
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Date: 2014-08-18 04:56 pm (UTC)From:Holding his hand comfortably, they walked unhurriedly, taking in the sights around them and enjoying the warm evening air. When he started to tell his stories she smiled and listened intently, always happy to hear more tales of his life. “Might?” she teased with a raised eyebrow but otherwise stayed silent.
The street was a lively one, that was for sure, with hotspots and activities for all ages. It was nothing Natasha had expected considering how rustic it was near their little house, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. She could picture Clint here, playing games with the other men, drinking and laughing the night away. Did he ever leave here with women? Take them back to the house, or maybe to his boat? Were there many? Or maybe a special one that waited for him? She didn’t think these thoughts with jealousy but curiosity, the desire to know all she could about him. There was no point in being jealous of the past, and no reason to be jealous now. Clint was far too crazy about her for any other woman to be a threat.
“I do hope you alternated after that,” she replied. “Or at least agreed to buy each other the drinks.”