"Nah. Too many bad associations with the winter in New York."
Clint smiled back with a little shrug and sipped on his glass thoughtfully. Memories of living on the street were one thing, yeah. But his sensitivity had gotten so much worse after certain encounters with crazy-ass aliens and magic. Winter, that was only freezing to the very bone to him, freezing in his very soul, his brains paralyzed in ice, piercing, terrifying blue instead of clean white. The dull nothingness of a starry night and the deadly view of space.
He knew his arms were covered in goose-bumps and didn't even try to hide it or rub it away. Natasha knew anyway. Some things you just had to live with.
"It will go away, eventually. We'll just have to take a trip to Russia one day, remember? Just do fun stuff like... I don't know. Ice skating. Make better memories."
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Clint smiled back with a little shrug and sipped on his glass thoughtfully. Memories of living on the street were one thing, yeah. But his sensitivity had gotten so much worse after certain encounters with crazy-ass aliens and magic. Winter, that was only freezing to the very bone to him, freezing in his very soul, his brains paralyzed in ice, piercing, terrifying blue instead of clean white. The dull nothingness of a starry night and the deadly view of space.
He knew his arms were covered in goose-bumps and didn't even try to hide it or rub it away. Natasha knew anyway. Some things you just had to live with.
"It will go away, eventually. We'll just have to take a trip to Russia one day, remember? Just do fun stuff like... I don't know. Ice skating. Make better memories."