Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

[study_in_scarlet]

They didn’t get a lot of time off together, at least not enough to make a trip away worthwhile, so for this one weekend they decided to stay in the city and play tourist for the day.

They had started with a walk through Central Park before grabbing an early lunch at one of the city’s many street vendors and then wandering through the American Museum of Natural history. Natasha found the Hall of Minerals fascinating while Clint had gotten a kick out of all the dinosaur bones. They both enjoyed laying under the big blue whale with all the normal people.

Afterwards they went to a nice restaurant for supper, blending into the crowd of normal couples as best they could and Natasha actually forgot if she was playing a role or being herself as they finished their wine and shared their desserts.

“Thank you,” she said sincerely as they left the restaurant, stepping back into the cool night air. Nearby a busker played guitar and sang with surprising melody and soul, barely seeming to notice as people threw change into his open case, so caught up was he in his music.


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[farmboyhawk]

Very careful to not press her into the hard underground, Clint rested on his side, on his arm while his other slipped softly around her waist. Her body was warm, so much softer under his touch than when they were training or doing some fake touching on a mission. His fingertips played over her shoulder until he reached her neck, played a little with her adorably ruffled hair or just softly held her cheek while their lips once more melted into a tight embrace. She tasted a little like wine and and Southern spices, which had him smile against her mouth.

Long minutes passed of just enjoying each other, his body protecting hers from too bright sunshine, until it finally became too uncomfortable on the stones and he carefully pulled her up with him. Thanks to the uneven levels of their little platform he could look straight in their eyes when they were on their feet and made use of that, for several long moments, with his fingertips gently holding her face.

"That's exactly how I always saw you when I sat here alone", he finally said quietly, a last hint of disbelief still shining through his voice. "These are the things I'm taking with me for the next time I get my ass in some torture shit or spend a month sitting on a rooftop."

[study_in_scarlet]

It felt good to just kiss him with no regard for their surroundings nor time nor anything else that might warn them to stop. HIs fingertips were light on her skin, his kiss gentle, far from their heated liplocks earlier in the tub. It was just touch and taste and pure and utter enjoyment until the hard surface beneath them became a little too uncomfortable.

She let Clint help her to her feet, glad for his arms around her as she was hit with a sudden wave of dizziness. Thankfully it passed quickly and he didn’t seem to notice, too caught up in just gazing into her eyes since they were unusually level with his own.

Resting her hands on his hips, she met his eyes unwaveringly and said nothing, giving him his moment and letting him be the one to break the silence. She didn’t want to think about the future, not right now, not when that future might lead to the things he mentioned.

“Well, for now you get to take me with you, so turn around.” It was a strange request but she knew he would do it, and when he did she climbed easily onto his back in for she believed was referred to as a ‘piggy back ride’.

Love was for children, and every once in a while even the Black Widow could act childish, not that anyone would ever believe it unless they saw it for themselves.

[farmboyhawk]

No matter how well Clint knew her, sometimes she still made it to confuse the hell out of him, and this was one of these moments... At least until he suddenly felt her body wrap around his. His instincts reacted before his brains could catch up, commanding his arms to wrap around her legs, hold her safe and tight against him. And just as easily she had him laughing again, shaking his hand and kissing her arm around his neck.

He was surprised, yes, but not as much as he would have been as maybe a few days ago. They had done one or the other childish thing on the weekend and on their way here. And he was one of the few people who had had the pleasure of seeing Natasha show her lighter, carefree side before. When it came up, he never really quite knew, what would be happening, but it always made him happy.

"That's a kind of workout I can live with", he grinned, giving her no time for an answer before he started their way back to the street.

And not exactly much slower than before. Which wasn't much of a challenge with a lightweight like Natasha on his back, but he did have to watch his step. He certainly planned to take her swimming a few times before the temperatures would make it unpleasant, but not fully clothed...

They arrived at the beach safely though, but he made no move to let her down, just continued his way along the beach back to their parking space.

"Still owe you ice cream for desert", he remarked, still grinning. "Is there room again in your stomach?"

[study_in_scarlet]

For a brief moment Natasha felt foolish, but Clint’s laugh made it worth it. It was not really like her to act like this, but to hear him laugh lately she would do just about anything.

“I’m just trying to help since you were so worried at the restaurant about eating too much,” she teased, unable to even try to hold back her smile. She still felt silly, childish, but if Clint didn’t care then why should she? He certainly seemed up for the challenge, and instead of taking his time getting back to the beach, he moved quickly along as if her extra weight wasn’t a burden at all.

Even when they were back on level ground he didn’t let her back on her feet, instead proceeding to carry her the whole way back to the road where their transport and, surprisingly, her shoes still waited.

“I don’t know...” she said, leaning back from him enough to rub a hand over her bloated belly. “If I eat any more you may have to carry me wherever we go for the rest of the day.”

[farmboyhawk]

"While I wouldn't mind that..."

Clint dropped her off gently when they had reached the scooter so she came to sit on it and could put her shoes back on.

"We'll have plenty of time to discover all kind of food in the next weeks."

It surprised him that she let him handle her like that, and not for the first time since yesterday he thought to see that exhausted look around her eyes. He hoped that she wasn't coming down with something, but as long as she didn't say anything, he didn't want to pry. But he decided, they had all time in the world for all kind of excursions too, he decided.

"You know, I think hanging around in a well air conditioned house for the rest of the day sounds really nice."

[study_in_scarlet]

As good as ice cream sounded, the thought of eating another bite right then made Natasha’s stomach turn a little, so she was glad that Clint didn’t seem to have his heart completely set on the idea, at least not for today.

“Very true,” she said, strapping one shoe around her ankle. “And tomorrow we can always have dessert first so we don’t miss out.”

Once she had both shoes back in place she smiled up at him and patted the seat in front of her for him to take so they could be on their way again. She thought she was playing everything off really well, but when Clint suggested they spend the rest of the day at his house she knew she wasn’t fooling him as well as she had thought. She didn’t want to ruin any plans he had, but if she protested and won, he would only coddle her for the rest of the day, either openly or just watching her whenever he thought she wasn’t looking. She wasn’t sure which would be worse. Either way, if he was willing to let her keep up her charade then she should be relieved and accept the reprieve he was giving her. Tomorrow was another day, and they still had plenty of time to explore.

“It does,” she agreed. “And tomorrow, after the market, we can go to the beach prepared this time to spend the whole day.”

[farmboyhawk]

"You think, you'll manage that? Stare at my glorious half naked, water dripping body all day and behave?"

Taking the risk of a jab in the ribs, Clint took his place in front of Natasha again and reached for her hands to wrap them around his waist.

"You'll love the market. Lots of stuff to see."

He smiled back at her warmly, letting her know, it was alright, they had no pressure at all and should make use of that.

Also, cuddling with her on the sofa for a few hours sounded just about perfect right now.

The ride didn't take that long anymore this time - he was getting familiar with the road again - but they were stopped by a not completely unexpected visitor at their front door. Again.

"You..."

Clint sighed and pointed a sharp finger at the kitten lying right at his front porch as if it had all right to.

"I know how to say the word no in thirty different languages. Don't even try."

[study_in_scarlet]

Resting her chin on his shoulder when he took his seat in front of her, Natasha brought her lips very near to his ear. “Now who said anything about behaving?” she said, giving him a quick nip before leaning back again so they could be on their way.

She was actually quite looking forward to the market. Shopping malls and big box stores had never been her thing, but open air markets always had a sort of feeling about them that she enjoyed. It was easy to get taken in by the cheap knock offs, but there were usually some genuinely well made items to be found, not to mention all the fresh, locally grown produce and home baked goods. “I’m looking forward to it,” she said, knowing he would want to hear it.

It was hard to just sit back and relax. Normally when they had any time away from home it was never more than a few days between the end of the mission and when they had to return, so the concept of just relaxing instead of trying to fill every day with as much as they could was taking a while to set in. Clint had always been more laid back than her, though, and she had no doubt he would make sure she settled down soon enough.

When they reached the house again Natasha couldn’t help but laugh when they found the kitten she had pet earlier waiting for them. “The way you act, one would think you’re allergic to them,” she said, giving Clint a good natured roll of her eyes as she stooped to pick the kitten up. It purred and snuggled against her chest and she could feel her heart softening.

“You can’t come in,” she said to it in Italian as she carried it across the yard to a soft tuft of grass beneath a shady tree. Crouching down again, she set it on the grass and scratched between its ears. “Go find your brothers and sisters, and maybe later I can sneak you out some milk.” This last part was whispered quietly so Clint wouldn’t hear before she got back to her feet and walked back over to the door.

[farmboyhawk]

Clint knew he had lost the battle the second Natasha picked up that little furball - again - and smiled in a way she probably wasn't even aware of. They definitely wouldn't get rid of that troublemaker anymore now. Oh well... As long as it stayed outside...

He faked a heavy, suffering sigh as he made his way into his house, mostly to hide his own grin. And here he was already thinking about putting some food out the next morning, just because things that made Natasha happy made him happy. Teenager in love indeed, Barton.

He busied himself in the kitchen until Natasha followed, coming up with new big glasses of water with lemon and ice cubes for refreshment. Sitting them down on the sofa table, he frowned at the suitcases still being mostly in the way.

"You want to sit a little while I take care of that stuff?" Knowing how important it was for her to not feel to not feel babied, he quickly added, grinning: "Unless you have all kind of dirty surprises in your suitcase that I'm not supposed to see. Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise."

[study_in_scarlet]

Closing the door behind her, she found Clint in the living room and gratefully took the glass he had set out for her and took a long drink of the cool, refreshing water. She wanted nothing more than to sink down onto the rather comfortable looking sofa and not move for an hour, but the reminder of the unpacking they still had yet to do kept her on her feet. She hated living out of a suitcase, and here it would just be a reminder that they would have to go back to reality eventually.

“Well, there are definitely some things in there that I packed especially for you,” she replied. Crossing the distance between them and placing a hand on his chest, she stole a quick kiss. “Let’s just get it over with. It won’t take long, and then we can have the rest of the day to relax.”

She had moved her bag as far as the bedroom earlier, and had started to remove things from it, but her dresses still hung in the bathroom, and it was more a mess around her suitcase instead of it being contained within.

[farmboyhawk]

"Can't wait to see these things..."

Well, it had been worth a try. Only his oversensitive protective instincts going crazy again, Clint shouldn't let her feel that. Fortunately, whenever Natasha kissed him, most burdening thoughts went right out of the window anyway. He took a moment to straighten her messed up hair and let her go to deal with her stuff then.

The bedroom cabinet wasn't all that large and most of his stuff didn't need clothes hangers anyway, so he could just store it in the living room dresser.

To make the dull work more fun, he plugged in the slightly outdated stereo lodged on said furniture. He just started the last CD he hadn't bothered taking out when he had last left, and rolled his eyes. Gianna Nannini, Al Bano Carrisi, Eros Ramazotti, for God's sake... Yeah, this had been a melancholic years alright. Or maybe the farmboy in him just never quite escaped that secret, deeply hidden streak for sappy country music, no matter the language.

In fact he still liked it a big deal and found himself first whistling and soon singing along with the music while he sorted his clothes in the three large drawers as tidily as his natural laziness allowed. It probably sounded ridiculous - his own voice always sounded to him a lot like what the furballs outside sometimes did at midnight - but he couldn't bring himself to care.

It was a good day.

[study_in_scarlet]

“All in good time,” Natasha replied before disappearing into the bedroom. She knew Clint was worried about her, that he could tell she was feeling off. She would have to try harder to hide it, and get some rest to kick whatever it was. Stress of the past few days, jetlag, change in diet; whatever it was it would pass, and she refused to let it get the better of her. A little relaxation tonight and she should be much better tomorrow.

Unpacking her things, it was tempting to put on one of the sexy little numbers she had packed just to tease Clint, but their teasing rarely stayed at just that, and she didn’t really have the energy for another round right now, so she placed them all carefully in the top drawer of the dresser, along with her more sensible underwear.

Music made the unpacking go quicker, but Natasha stopped for a moment when she realised it wasn’t just the CD playing that she was hearing. Leaving her task for the moment, she slipped out to the washroom to grab the dresses she had hung there before pausing in the doorway to the livingroom where Clint was unpacking.

Whatever he thought of his own voice, Natasha was always impressed on the rare occasions she had heard him sing. There was something about his voice that made her heart beat faster and her stomach flip like some teenage girl at a concert for some boyband or another.

For a long moment she just watched and listened, overly pleased with the knowledge that he was feeling carefree and content enough to let himself go.

[farmboyhawk]

Clint had heard Natasha pass by to the bathroom but thought, she was already busy back in the bedroom when he suddenly spotted her from the corner of his eyes, just about to close the now empty suitcase and throw it in the next corner. Eros Ramazotti and him had just come to the mutual agreement that Clint could do a pretty passable harmony part for his greatest hit, complete with a sexy swinging of his hips and a candle bearer substituting for a mic. For a moment he nearly choked on his own words... But Natasha at least didn't look she had come to throw something blunt at his head to make him shut up.

And really, she had caught him in more embarrassing situations.

The candle holder was placed back as discreetly as possible, with a rueful grin. But because they had just reached the bridge which happened to be his favorite part of the song, he just kept on going, pressing his hand to his chest like a bad extra in a cheap Shakespeare piece to make her laugh.

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha had definitely been enjoying the show, but when Clint caught sight of her the expression on his face was priceless an it took everything she had to hold back a laugh. Somehow she managed just a smirk, one eyebrow raising as if questioning his next move. She expected him to turn off the music and stutter out some sort of excuse, so when he actually played up his part instead, acting like the goofball only she knew he could be, she couldn’t hold back the laughter anymore.

She loved that he was willing to make a fool of himself for her, that he didn’t always have to be the tough guy, the macho man, like so many other men she knew. So many men were afraid of looking silly and got easily embarrassed, but Clint just rolled with it. She definitely counted it as one of his attractive qualities.

[farmboyhawk]

When Natasha laughed, it was hard not to join, so the last chorus wasn't all that professional anymore - not that it had been to begin with - but Clint held on to his part until the bitter end, even going down on one knee for his one-woman-audience in the end.

He might not really mind making a fool of himself for her (as far as some people were concerned, that could be his second name anyway, not that he minded), but his cheeks were decidedly too red for a little workout of his vocal cords when he finally got up again. Apparently, grog in the middle of the day wasn't good for his filters.

But Natasha was giggling and one day he would tell her how adorable that was, even if it would bring him a bruise or two. Still grinning, he passed her by to heave his luggage on the top of the cabinet in the bedroom and do the same for her. Sometimes a few inches of height more made life so much easier.

"Anything I can still help you with? Except for a encore?"

[study_in_scarlet]

The whole performance became silly, with Clint admirably trying to finish despite trying not to laugh the whole time, and at the end Natasha draped the dresses over one arm and gave him a round of applause. He looked so embarrassed that she couldn’t help but feel a little bit herself for him, but it was still a memory she was happy to have.

Following him back into the bedroom, she hung the dresses up in the closet and stowed the last few items she’d had laid out on the bed away in in the dresser while he took care of the empty luggage.

“I think that will last me for a while,” she replied, looking around the room to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything before giving a satisfied nod. “You look like you could use some water, though.”

[farmboyhawk]

"True. I'm getting old. Should have seen me in my youth, giving whole concerts for the sofa and the floor lamp while working on my weapons. Two hours without breaking a sweat."

Clint let out a snort when he crashed on the sofa and emptied half of his glass in one go. With his legs comfortably stretched there was still enough room for Natasha to occupy the slightly shorter square part. The last thing he wanted to do was smothering her, though he certainly wouldn't mind if she wanted to cuddle by his side instead. The music was still on, but he had tuned it down to a soft background noise, very helpful to relax when he closed his eyes for a few seconds.

Something poked into his back under a pile of pillows, deeply enough stuck between cushions and arm rest to even have slipped Angelina's sharp sight. Mildly confused, Clint dug out a book that he couldn't place. Until he remembered that he had been through a short horror phase once. Usually he got enough horror in his everyday life to avoid that kind of stuff... Well, mostly. Natasha would surely confirm that an embarrassing part of his movie collection consisted of that stuff. And now he remembered that this guy, King, had kept him company pretty well during a few boring sleepless nights. And yes, it was undeniably his, the dog ear in the middle of the book proved it.

"Yep, I've been the perfect bachelor", he commented, dropping the pretty weathered looking book on the table.

[study_in_scarlet]

“Such talent wasted on inanimate objects,” Natasha replied, shaking her head in mock sadness. “And now you just spend your energy in less solitary ways.”

Maybe he couldn’t sing for two hours straight anymore, but he certainly had enough stamina to keep her satisfied every night. And day. Sometimes both, and multiple times.

Back in the living room Natasha reclaimed her own water and took a long drink, eyeing Clint curiously as he shifted around before coming up with a well worn book from between the sofa cushions.

“So I see,” she said, rounding the coffee table and setting her glass back down before taking a seat on the sofa. “And now here I am, cramping your style.” Pulling his feet onto her lap, she snatched up the book and flipped idly through it to the page he had left marked, her eyes skimming over the words.

[farmboyhawk]

"Bit creepy", Clint warned her, leaning back with a most comfortable sigh. Yep, perfect to relax for a few hours. "Something about two old people not sleeping and seeing little bald doctors who cut people's life string or something. Oh, and they see everyone's aura and read their feelings in them. Awkward stuff, but if you haven't slept for five minutes in a row for a week or so, you actually believe that you can see anything."

He covered his eyes with arm and tried to recall how that whole encounter back then had ended. He remembered having to leave pretty quickly, give Turi the keys for the boat, telling him that he had no use for it anymore, then a chopper had picked him up right outside the city... And during one of these endless medical sessions lately, one whitecoat had remarked something about a scar on his back, located right in a blind angle so he hardly ever saw himself. Probably was a souvenir from these days.

But the details were pretty blurry. Had another agent taken over for him? Or had he taken care of all of these skunks? Guys that even the Mafia had wanted to see dead after they had found out they had been infiltrated? Maybe one of his victims had sent a brother, mother, fiancée on a revenge trip, wouldn't have been the first time...

His head started to throb from too digging too deep into this. He should just look up the file once they were back home, if he still wanted to then. Actually he kept record of his past missions pretty well, often looking up faces, details, strategies for training or research matters, but that one apparently had always slipped his mind, just like it did now, winding away like an eel before he could really touch it.

Maybe some things were better not remembered.

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha didn’t really like the sound of the story Clint was describing. She had faced enough real life horrors that reading about them or watching them were never her idea of a good time. A zombie or slasher film here and there she could handle, but any of these creepy psychological ones weren’t for her.

Setting the book aside, she slouched down in the seat slightly so she could rest her head on the back of the sofa, her hands idly rubbing Clint’s feet. Maybe she could find a few worn paperbacks at the market tomorrow. They they could lay around on the beach or in bed and wile away the minutes by reading aloud to each other. It was a childish idea, but she liked the simplicity of the image. A fantasy book, a good old-fashioned detective story, or maybe something in the romance genre for some fun.

Glancing over at Clint, his face half covered by his arm, Natasha studied the rise and fall of his chest for a moment before the frown on his lips drew her gaze. Slipping out from under his feet she crawled up beside him, squeezing in between him and the back of the couch, though winding up laying more on him than anything.

[farmboyhawk]

Clint heard Natasha put the book down without much surprise and wondered if he should tell her about his trail of thoughts, about how he seemed to remember so little about his actual mission in this country save for not sleeping much, but preferred to drop it then. Not a day for much talking about such stuff.

What she did there with her hands felt nice, and he felt himself relax a little. She was careful enough not to tickle, too, which was even more nice because he was pretty sure, he'd never hear the end of it if she found out just how ticklish he could be.

Then she was there, around him, over him, as if she had sensed his mind already starting to these damn dark places again, and he wrapped his arms around her thankfully, burying his face in her hair. She smelled faintly of salt and spice, sensations that soon enough revived the memories of the last hours that were so much better than long gone and forgotten stuff. He made sure, she was resting comfortably against him before he closed his eyes again and nestled back against the pillows, suddenly feeling tired.

"I keep on talking about myself today", he murmured. "You got a happy story for me, red? Something nice you've seen on one of your travels?"

[study_in_scarlet]

When Clint wrapped his arms around her Natasha settled against him, resting her head on his chest and closing her eyes with a content sigh. Her body fit along his so perfectly, and his steady heartbeat under her ear gave a comforting rhythm that seemed to compliment the soft music still playing in the background.

She thought about his question and ran possibilities over in her mind. She tried to recall some pleasant missions, but what she discovered was that all of her best memories involved Clint. Her favourite missions, what little downtime she had between them... in all the best ones he was always there. Well, almost.

“One time I was in Paris, before you caught up with me,” she began. “I had just met with a client and was supposed to be on my way to Greece, but I decided to catch a late flight. I found somewhere to sit near Notre Dame and there was an American couple taking pictures. One would take a picture of the other in front of the cathedral, then they would switch until the man approached me and asked in horrible French with a lot of gesturing with his camera if I would take a picture of the two of them. So I did, and no sooner had I handed them back their camera when three Chinese girls asked the same.” Turning her face in to bury against Clint’s chest, she took a deep breath and snuggled closer. “It was something so simple, but it made them all so happy. I ended up spending the rest of the afternoon there watching the people and taking photographs. I even offered to take them myself a time or two.”

[farmboyhawk]

"I'm sure, you take perfect pictures."

Clint pulled Natasha's hand to his lips without opening his eyes and left a kiss on every of her knuckles. He was always very thankful for her sharing her past with him, even if it was such a random seeming occasion. For her, for them, it wasn't. He knew how hard it was for her to feel and accept happiness, still, and back then, before her life had taking a turn for the better, it doubtlessly had been even harder. Such little glimpses into a life full of harmless smiles had probably made things a little easier from time to time, and that made the story special.

"You have the calmest hands of all the people I know. Well, except for me, of course."

He grinned, fully expecting a well-deserved jab in the ribs for the little teasing, but soon got serious again.

"And you definitely know a perfect moment when it comes up. Maybe we should take a few photos while we're here. You know. Just for us. To remember."

[study_in_scarlet]

“I’m not sure. For all I know I was cropping off heads or missing the cathedral in the background, but I enjoyed it nonetheless,” she said. It had been a glimpse into the lives of normal, happy people, something she had had little understanding of at the time. Her time with Alexei had been the closest she had come, but they hadn’t been the smiling picture type. That day she had seen couples, friends and families, all just enjoying each other and trying to see as many tourist traps as possible, all completely ignorant of the horrible things in the world around them. She was one of those horrible things, and she had captured their souls for them on film before catching a plane and assassinating a rather prominent political figure in Greece. She had slipped him some slow acting poison and was safely in Poland before his body was discovered in his bed the next morning.

She didn’t say any of this, though, and she didn’t need to. Clint knew who she was, he knew the things she had done, and they didn’t matter to him. He knew why this particular memory was important to her, and she knew it meant something to him that she told him the story.

Smiling against his chest when he started kissing her fingers, she chuckled at his words but couldn’t get the expected jab to the ribs in in her current position, so instead she poked him in the leg with her big toe. When he mentioned taking photographs of them she lifted her head so she could look at him. “I don’t need a photograph to remember,” she said before smiling warmly. “But I would like that.”

Maybe they could find someone else willing to take her role and snap a few pictures of them together.

[farmboyhawk]

Clint yelped at that little attack of her sharp, strong toe and caught her foot quickly between his legs, holding her there just as playfully.

"Remind me to take that SIM card out of my phone later, then we can use the camera. Don't think I can stand up right now."

He yawned a little more and louder than necessary, but there was actually an important core to that remark... He wasn't in any mood at all right now to be available. Natasha would have to report to headquarters a few times and if someone really needed them, they would find them. Hell, Stark could be here in half an hour if some alien bullshit happened again. But unless that happened, he really saw no reason to answer to anyone right now.

"You know what time it is?"

He nuzzled her hair aside softly with his nose until his lips found her forehead and then laid back into the cushion with closed eyes again, but much more relaxed than before. His hand rested gently on her waist, light enough for her to get up anytime she needed more space.

"Time for a siesta. Just wake me up if I'm snoring too loud or something."