"Too close to superhero business", Clint murmured, answering to the last of her offers.
A lazy weekend at home with Natasha right now was about the best thing in the world, but if they were seriously talking about leaving for a while... When had that happened and when had the frustration of the last months suddenly turned into an up-flow? Anyway, if this had really been a thing, he'd have wanted to be out. Out of everything, as much as possible with employers who never let you off their radar for even 24 hours.
Well, Clint did know a few places where they could at least piss Fury off in having to search for them thoroughly to check on their doings.
"I've got a place in a little village in Sicily. It's... off. Out of sight." He sighed again, getting a little lost in the vision of clear blue water, a sinfully delicious cuisine and clean, lonely beaches. A tuneful, lively language colored with the lust for life. It had been a while.
It was a nice idea but there were a few things that would stand in the way and he forced himself to tear his thoughts away before he could get too delusional. Nice dreams weren't exactly his business for quite a time now. The waking up was too harsh.
"Not exactly your kind of weather though, is it?" He softly nudged her hair aside with his nose to have better access to her neck, thank her for her understanding and good intentions with a series of tender kisses.
"And I'm not sure..." He hesitated with coloring this conversation even darker than he already had, his arm tightening around her chest, as if she was about to turn and leave anytime soon. Not that soon but even beautiful weekends like this would end eventually and then it was back to office work, the shooting range, rookie training and observation detail in between therapy sessions. Better to get this talk over with and forget about what was to come day after tomorrow. "I don't think they'll let me go, Tash'."
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A lazy weekend at home with Natasha right now was about the best thing in the world, but if they were seriously talking about leaving for a while... When had that happened and when had the frustration of the last months suddenly turned into an up-flow? Anyway, if this had really been a thing, he'd have wanted to be out. Out of everything, as much as possible with employers who never let you off their radar for even 24 hours.
Well, Clint did know a few places where they could at least piss Fury off in having to search for them thoroughly to check on their doings.
"I've got a place in a little village in Sicily. It's... off. Out of sight."
He sighed again, getting a little lost in the vision of clear blue water, a sinfully delicious cuisine and clean, lonely beaches. A tuneful, lively language colored with the lust for life. It had been a while.
It was a nice idea but there were a few things that would stand in the way and he forced himself to tear his thoughts away before he could get too delusional. Nice dreams weren't exactly his business for quite a time now. The waking up was too harsh.
"Not exactly your kind of weather though, is it?"
He softly nudged her hair aside with his nose to have better access to her neck, thank her for her understanding and good intentions with a series of tender kisses.
"And I'm not sure..."
He hesitated with coloring this conversation even darker than he already had, his arm tightening around her chest, as if she was about to turn and leave anytime soon. Not that soon but even beautiful weekends like this would end eventually and then it was back to office work, the shooting range, rookie training and observation detail in between therapy sessions. Better to get this talk over with and forget about what was to come day after tomorrow.
"I don't think they'll let me go, Tash'."