Clint just nodded and let her go, knowing well enough that Natasha needed her freedom in moments like this, that it didn't do anything good to press the subject when she was upset. He emptied the rest of the water to get the taste of alcohol out of his mouth and made a short stop at the bathroom himself before leaving the restaurant. He wondered if they would actually come back here when he waved the waiters good-bye and again berated himself mentally for being such a dumb-ass. Why was it that he never found the right words when it was really needed?
He leaned against the stair railing with a deep sigh and kicked small bits of sand from the steps while he waited, trying to think of something to say when Natasha would return. He still couldn't come up with anything intelligent.
Why did this have to be so hard? Why couldn't they be looking forward to this part of their future like any other couple? He definitely wasn't helping Natasha with this burden as he had just proven so perfectly. With his hands awkwardly buried in his pockets, he waited for Natasha to join him, more restless with every passing second.
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Date: 2014-08-26 03:54 pm (UTC)From:He leaned against the stair railing with a deep sigh and kicked small bits of sand from the steps while he waited, trying to think of something to say when Natasha would return. He still couldn't come up with anything intelligent.
Why did this have to be so hard? Why couldn't they be looking forward to this part of their future like any other couple? He definitely wasn't helping Natasha with this burden as he had just proven so perfectly. With his hands awkwardly buried in his pockets, he waited for Natasha to join him, more restless with every passing second.