I Have Some Secrets No One Should Know.
Reblog
8 years ago
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+ may have ficletted a little
+ ooc
+ technically
+ clintasha
+ blackhawk
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kat0917:

<3

“I might have to do this whole ‘smile for the press, Miss Avenger’ thing, but I do not need your shit, Barton,” Natasha tells him, slamming the door of her room closed. She can hear Clint moving behind her, much like earlier, but this time she can react as she wants.

“Come on, I saw you laughing,” Clint smirks, having made it through the door right before it has closed. Come on, as though this is the first time Natasha’s slammed a door in his face. “You thought it was cute, admit it.”

Natasha sighs pointedly, sitting on the edge of her bed and removing her heels. She hates being put on public display, especially when Clint seems to enjoy it so much, but she can’t seem to avoid it these days. “It was the highlight of a terrible night. Happy?” she asks, raising an eyebrow as she looks back at him.

He laughs, coming over to unlock her window before lighting up two cigarettes - he knows better than to exclude her from this habit. She pads lightly over, taking one from his outstretched hand. “I’m not unhappy,” he answers, smiling a little as she leans against him at the words. The silence is companionable and easy, as it can only ever be between two people as familiar with each other as they are.

The next press conference, when he makes her laugh in front of the cameras, she can’t help but remember the night, and the companionable warmth of him beside her. It definitely makes the inane questions easier to bear.