“Oh, well in that case it is perfectly understandable. Poor things needed saving,” she said, putting on her best false sincere look. Endearing was really one of the best words Natasha had to describe a lot of the silly things Clint did, but it really seemed to fit him.
“It’s not really a name, though,” she said. It had been meant as an absence of a name. “If I had had a teddy bear as a child, would I have had to give it a name? Something like Bucky?” It seemed a bit odd to her to name something that wasn’t living, but if Clint insisted she would humour him.
Using the toilet and washing her face and hands in the sink, Natasha took a moment to look at her reflection much like she had the day she left, only this time she smiled rather than frowned. She was nervous, scared and oh so tempted to just forget everything she had decided and go right back to how things had been before, but there was also a part of her that was excited to move forward, to take this leap and see where it led them.
“Alright, alright,” she called back, quickly changing her clothes and exiting the bathroom. Stopping at her wardrobe she triumphantly extracted a bottle of vodka, three quarters full, before settling herself on the bed beside him. “There are probably glasses in another cupboard,” she offered before removing the cap and just taking a swig straight from the bottle. Holding it out to him she flipped open the pizza box and reached for a slice.
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Date: 2013-02-10 04:08 pm (UTC)From:“It’s not really a name, though,” she said. It had been meant as an absence of a name. “If I had had a teddy bear as a child, would I have had to give it a name? Something like Bucky?” It seemed a bit odd to her to name something that wasn’t living, but if Clint insisted she would humour him.
Using the toilet and washing her face and hands in the sink, Natasha took a moment to look at her reflection much like she had the day she left, only this time she smiled rather than frowned. She was nervous, scared and oh so tempted to just forget everything she had decided and go right back to how things had been before, but there was also a part of her that was excited to move forward, to take this leap and see where it led them.
“Alright, alright,” she called back, quickly changing her clothes and exiting the bathroom. Stopping at her wardrobe she triumphantly extracted a bottle of vodka, three quarters full, before settling herself on the bed beside him. “There are probably glasses in another cupboard,” she offered before removing the cap and just taking a swig straight from the bottle. Holding it out to him she flipped open the pizza box and reached for a slice.