Breaking In, Shaping Up, Then Checking Out [@banner-and-barton]

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inheritorofmemories:

Natasha watches Clint’s expression change, sighing slightly at it. She’d been hoping for a smile, but apparently she’s lacking in that department too. “Possessive?” she asks, leaning forward on her desk as she grabs a plastic fork. 

She takes a tentative bite, finding her deeply buried hunger once more as the food passes her mouth. “Good idea,” she murmurs through a mouthful of Pad Thai, swivelling her chair to pull two cans of soda from her fridge. “Paperwork is easier on a full stomach.”

“I’m not possessive.”, Clint answered immediately, looking down on his food then, shrugging. “No need for it, is there? There’s nothing that could be mine.”, he mumbled, knowing that this had already been too much information for one little question and that she was now at least knowing exactly what was going throught his head.

He sighed shortly, starting to eat then, slowly, not looking up. He couldn’t. Why did he ever tell her that? This was information which was now standing between them, probably going to hurt him in the long run.

“Joke,” Natasha says after a moment, toying with her food. “Not like you to be so touchy. You should go home, Clint. Get some sleep at least.” She doesn’t sleep, not properly - if her past hadn’t seen to that, Manhattan would’ve.

She has the suspicion that he might be the same, but it’s worth a shot. While it’s obvious he’s worrying, she can’t bring herself to linger on his admission - not while he’s still with her. It’s privacy that she needs, the chance to work through what he’s told her.