It was so good to hear him laugh again that Natasha felt any lingering tension fade. He was alive and uninjured and alright, and he didn’t seem to have gone downhill at all while she was gone. The relief she felt was tremendous, and when he started hamming it up with impressions she laughed easily. This was the Clint she remembered.
“Famished,” she replied to the question of dinner. She was a little surprised how easy this was, how they fell right back into routine. She had been afraid that their one night together would change everything, somehow make it awkward, but while there might have been different elements lingering below the surface she didn’t feel pressed to talk about it and clear it up. Maybe it could just be that easy.
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Date: 2014-03-26 05:09 pm (UTC)From:“Famished,” she replied to the question of dinner. She was a little surprised how easy this was, how they fell right back into routine. She had been afraid that their one night together would change everything, somehow make it awkward, but while there might have been different elements lingering below the surface she didn’t feel pressed to talk about it and clear it up. Maybe it could just be that easy.