She wanted to brush it off, to pretend the words hadn’t had any effect on her, but Clint knew her too well for that and there was no way he would let her get away with it. She thought of refusing to look at him, of quickly distracting him which would be easy to do considering the position they were in, but everything had been so good before and she didn’t want to lose that, didn’t want to risk pushing him away now that she’d let him so close.
Reluctantly she let him turn her head to look at him.
Of course she was perfect because of her body, and Natasha felt a stab of disappointment as Clint gave that reason, but he didn’t give her time to dwell on it before he continued, making sure to point out that there was much more to his claim. So much more.
As silly and childish as it sounds, she was sure she felt her heart skip a beat at his words. She had known he loved her, of course she had, but to hear him say it like this, to hear him claim to love her even with all her baggage, and that she made him happy, just seemed to drive the point home. He wasn’t finished, though, and it was his final statement that almost made her curse him because she could actually feel tears stinging her eyes and she hated crying.
Made for each other. It was such an immature notion, stupid and nonsensical and completely beautiful. Nobody was made for anyone, she knew that, but it was a lovely sentiment to think that it could be true, that they could last and they could be together because they were meant to be, they were made to be. There was nobody else for her, nobody else for either of them, and she wanted that to be true.
“You’re perfect to me too,” she admitted, her voice slightly choked. It was the best way she could say that she wanted all that he said, all that he offered. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and hold him tight but she couldn’t in their current position, so she settled for laying her hand against his cheek and kissing him softly.
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Reluctantly she let him turn her head to look at him.
Of course she was perfect because of her body, and Natasha felt a stab of disappointment as Clint gave that reason, but he didn’t give her time to dwell on it before he continued, making sure to point out that there was much more to his claim. So much more.
As silly and childish as it sounds, she was sure she felt her heart skip a beat at his words. She had known he loved her, of course she had, but to hear him say it like this, to hear him claim to love her even with all her baggage, and that she made him happy, just seemed to drive the point home. He wasn’t finished, though, and it was his final statement that almost made her curse him because she could actually feel tears stinging her eyes and she hated crying.
Made for each other. It was such an immature notion, stupid and nonsensical and completely beautiful. Nobody was made for anyone, she knew that, but it was a lovely sentiment to think that it could be true, that they could last and they could be together because they were meant to be, they were made to be. There was nobody else for her, nobody else for either of them, and she wanted that to be true.
“You’re perfect to me too,” she admitted, her voice slightly choked. It was the best way she could say that she wanted all that he said, all that he offered. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and hold him tight but she couldn’t in their current position, so she settled for laying her hand against his cheek and kissing him softly.