Clint's answer was so wonderfully predictable, Natasha didn't even bother to roll her eyes at him. Predictable was good right now. Nice. Familiar. In this situation she'd take all the familiarity she could get.
And well, that certain train of thought had sneaked into her own mind too, after all. It was more due to a rest of insecurity of how things were between them after everything, than to her injury that she hadn't followed it through. Clint's cocky grin nearly made her forget about that reservation at once.
They were good. At least the two of them... They would stick together through this whole mess, like they always had. And maybe even a little closer than before with certain boundaries no longer existent.
But that wasn't stuff Natasha wanted to think about right now. They were both too tired and roughed up for thinking about the future right now. Clint's reminder brought back that faint throbbing down her left arm immediately, so she just nodded and scooted back a little on the couch to make it easier for him getting that bandage done.
"So... Want to tell me all the scratches I have to check or do I need to look for myself? Don't get me wrong, I love peeling your clothes off, but..."
She raised her eyebrow at him with half a grin, letting him know, she wasn't averse to that idea of his at all. As soon as she didn't need to be afraid to hurt him anymore, that was.
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Date: 2014-04-27 03:58 pm (UTC)And well, that certain train of thought had sneaked into her own mind too, after all. It was more due to a rest of insecurity of how things were between them after everything, than to her injury that she hadn't followed it through. Clint's cocky grin nearly made her forget about that reservation at once.
They were good. At least the two of them... They would stick together through this whole mess, like they always had. And maybe even a little closer than before with certain boundaries no longer existent.
But that wasn't stuff Natasha wanted to think about right now. They were both too tired and roughed up for thinking about the future right now. Clint's reminder brought back that faint throbbing down her left arm immediately, so she just nodded and scooted back a little on the couch to make it easier for him getting that bandage done.
"So... Want to tell me all the scratches I have to check or do I need to look for myself? Don't get me wrong, I love peeling your clothes off, but..."
She raised her eyebrow at him with half a grin, letting him know, she wasn't averse to that idea of his at all. As soon as she didn't need to be afraid to hurt him anymore, that was.