russianchildatprayer

Natasha was still a little shy and very relieved when Clint was the one to pull her in his arms. It was a little awkward with his side and her shoulder damaged. Finally she curled carefully into his good side and draped her damaged arm high around his chest and shoulder, and that worked. All discomfort was forgotten soon when she finally could feel him hold her like this again. It just had been too long.

From time to time she turned her head enough to place a soft kiss on his chest while she let the tiredness finally wash over her. The last weeks had more consisted of half dozing behind the wheel on a lonely highway stop or staring at hotel doors with her hand on her gun all night, than actually resting. Her exhaustion began to catch up with her.

She wished she could just give in to it, but the last of tension wouldn't slip off. Things outside hadn't changed, just because between the two of them everything was okay. On the contrary. In some way they would have to be even more careful now. Their faces seen together would trigger every security camera from here to Moscow.

But no one had followed her here, she was certain of that. At least for a few nights they would be okay. Hopefully.

"We're safe here, right?" she asked quietly, drowsiness slurring her words.