Clint had spent years and decades behind a sniper scope or his bow, waiting for a mark to move, and his last record of staying awake was worth a note in some statistics probably. Besides, staying awake with Natasha in his arms was hardly a strain.
For now he did have to let her go, though, with a pout of disappointment on his lips. Not without another tender kiss to one of the spots on her shoulder though, where he had left a small mark after all, small enough to be gone by tomorrow hopefully.
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Date: 2014-10-28 09:15 pm (UTC)From:Clint had spent years and decades behind a sniper scope or his bow, waiting for a mark to move, and his last record of staying awake was worth a note in some statistics probably. Besides, staying awake with Natasha in his arms was hardly a strain.
For now he did have to let her go, though, with a pout of disappointment on his lips. Not without another tender kiss to one of the spots on her shoulder though, where he had left a small mark after all, small enough to be gone by tomorrow hopefully.