When Natasha disappeared into the little washroom Clint got up from the couch and limped over to the bedroom, the blanket still wrapped around him. Throwing it over the bed, he crawled under the blankets and waited for Natasha to return.
She hurried into the room and under the covers, but he had enough time to search out any more obvious injuries and was glad not to see any. “Ah, so that does fade eventually, huh?” he teased, wrapping an arm around her and carefully pulling her close. He always used to tease her that she could lose everything else Russian about herself, but she would always be immune to the cold. Apparently he had been wrong.
He had been here a while now, but with Natasha in his arms, tonight was the first night he felt he could relax. He hadn’t even realised how tense he had been, how hollow, like a part of him had been missing. Sighing deeply, he closed his eyes and buried his face in her hair, breathing her in. Her hair always smelled different when it was dyed and he couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose slightly, glad she couldn’t see it.
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Date: 2014-05-03 08:02 pm (UTC)She hurried into the room and under the covers, but he had enough time to search out any more obvious injuries and was glad not to see any. “Ah, so that does fade eventually, huh?” he teased, wrapping an arm around her and carefully pulling her close. He always used to tease her that she could lose everything else Russian about herself, but she would always be immune to the cold. Apparently he had been wrong.
He had been here a while now, but with Natasha in his arms, tonight was the first night he felt he could relax. He hadn’t even realised how tense he had been, how hollow, like a part of him had been missing. Sighing deeply, he closed his eyes and buried his face in her hair, breathing her in. Her hair always smelled different when it was dyed and he couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose slightly, glad she couldn’t see it.