Smiling at his words, Natasha closed her eyes and let out a sigh of contentment. In Clint’s arms was where she belonged; she felt relaxed, safe… she felt like she was home.
As comfortable as she was, though, she couldn’t help but wonder… what now? Did they just continue on as they always had? Did they go seek out the others and tell them? She wasn’t big on public displays of affection, she felt there were some things better kept to themselves, some things she didn’t want to share, but at the same time she wanted to give him more. Maybe it was best to not plan anything and just let it happen naturally.
Pulling back enough that she could look at him, Natasha’s brow pinched together slightly. She wanted to ask why he would think that, but she probably didn’t want to hear the answer. She had been so closed off, so insistent they keep their relationship a secret, and had always changed the subject when he tried to talk about anything deeper than the surface. It was understandable that he would think she’d run, but didn’t he realise she was lost without him? One hundred and seven days; that was how long she had had to contemplate his declaration and decide what she wanted to do about it, and in all honesty the time away was probably a good thing. Had she had to answer him right away things might have gone very differently, and his fears might have been realised. As it was she had one hundred and seven days to miss him, to think about him and what he meant to her; she had the space and the time to analyse her own feelings and decided what to do about them. The mission had really been a blessing in disguise, even if she might never admit that aloud.
“Good thing I like to gamble,” she said, moving her hand up to brush over his cheek and along his jaw. “I didn’t finish the mission early because it was easy,” she admitted, but didn’t elaborate, instead relying on him to fill in the blanks.
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As comfortable as she was, though, she couldn’t help but wonder… what now? Did they just continue on as they always had? Did they go seek out the others and tell them? She wasn’t big on public displays of affection, she felt there were some things better kept to themselves, some things she didn’t want to share, but at the same time she wanted to give him more. Maybe it was best to not plan anything and just let it happen naturally.
Pulling back enough that she could look at him, Natasha’s brow pinched together slightly. She wanted to ask why he would think that, but she probably didn’t want to hear the answer. She had been so closed off, so insistent they keep their relationship a secret, and had always changed the subject when he tried to talk about anything deeper than the surface. It was understandable that he would think she’d run, but didn’t he realise she was lost without him? One hundred and seven days; that was how long she had had to contemplate his declaration and decide what she wanted to do about it, and in all honesty the time away was probably a good thing. Had she had to answer him right away things might have gone very differently, and his fears might have been realised. As it was she had one hundred and seven days to miss him, to think about him and what he meant to her; she had the space and the time to analyse her own feelings and decided what to do about them. The mission had really been a blessing in disguise, even if she might never admit that aloud.
“Good thing I like to gamble,” she said, moving her hand up to brush over his cheek and along his jaw. “I didn’t finish the mission early because it was easy,” she admitted, but didn’t elaborate, instead relying on him to fill in the blanks.