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Clintasha Advent (6)
Prompt Clint & Nat in her early Shield days: she doesn't understand the act of giving presents without expecting anything in return and/or doesn't want to accept a present as she doesn't want to be even more in Clint's dept (in her way of thinking). Have a wonderful Advent season!
For/Prompter: @callousedhandskindhearts
Warnings: much of this is under the cut because a lot refers to quid-pro-quo gifting, and what that meant for the girls in the red room. There is nothing graphic in there as it’s all conversations.
Word count: 680
A/N: if I had the time, I’d make this longer. I hope your advent season is also lovely.
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Clint looks at the candle Maria shows him.
“I think she needs something different than a candle,” he tells her, smelling it then putting back.
The shopping centre felt like a bust.
“What are we going to do with her at Christmas?” Maria asks, holding up another for him to smell.
“She’s not a lost dog,” he replies disdainfully.
“Do you think she even understands the concept?”
The words feel offensive to Clint as he looks at his friend with a disapproving frown.
“I’m not being mean,” she starts.
“I’m just saying, that if you give her something and she has nothing to give you, do you think that she’ll feel obliged to give you something… you know, in the way that she previously been made to?”
Clint feels his heart sink.
He understands what Maria is getting at.
“You’re not being mean, but calling her a whore?”
Maria hits him.
“No, you know that’s not what I meant. I’ve been by your side for this journey. I’m the one that’s been debriefing her, just like you have, and we both know how she reacts to being given things. She either doesn’t take it, or feels the need to give something back. Remember the bed incident?”
Clint remembers.
Natasha hadn’t slept in it until he flat out asked her why.
He wishes he hadn’t heard it.
How the girls of the red room had to earn their bed and then been chained to them. How’d she’d asked, standing tall across for him if Sheild was the same.
He’d wanted to be sick as he hold her no, nothing in the room required any sacrifice of self.
Clint stops in front of the books and groans.
“Can you talk to her about it?”
Maria picks up a best seller and puts it back.
“Me? Why can’t you?”
Clint shrugs, “I dunno, it just feels weird.”
Rolling her eyes, Maria agrees, she can read in between the lines, and knows the looks between them.
She throws the candle at Clint.
“Get this for Coulson,” she laughs.
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Maria waits until she’s driving in the car with Natasha, the invitation accepted with encouragement from Clint and suspicious look.
Maria gets the feeling that Natasha only agreed because she wanted to say something too.
They’re ten miles into a drive before Natasha speaks.
“Clint is going to get me something for Christmas isn’t he?”
Maria hazards a look at her.
Natasha’s eyes look out the window.
“Does it worry you?”
They may as well cut to the crux of the matter.
“Yes.”
Maria wants to put her at ease, but likely it’s not the easiest thing to do.
“Would you prefer he didn’t?”
Natasha doesn’t answer straight away.
“Where I come from, presents and gifts don’t mean what they do here. To accept it, it means unlearning a lot.”
Maria is quiet.
She understands.
She doesn’t want to.
“Does Christmas have the same… trauma?”
Maria knows it’s the wrong word and probably too forward but she’s wondering if there’s a way that they can celebrate without triggering her. Without it being a day that Natasha would rather stay in her pyjamas and read a book.
The non answer is probably all she’s going to get.
“For the record, it doesn’t mean the same here, a gift is just a gift. Nothing needs to be reciprocated, you’re not in anyone’s debt.”
Maria turns into the car park.
“I’m always in his debt. These little things just cement it further.”
Maria opens her car door, then moves around to Natasha’s.
“Why are we here?”
Maria nods to the large shopping Centre.
“I’ve got some shopping to do, and you’re going to help me.”
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1/ Clint/Nat/Laura + traditions
2/ Clintasha + temporary blindness
3/ Clint/Nat/Maria + traditions
4/ Natasha and Yelena watch the stars
5/ Clintasha - stab wounds + wrapping presents
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Clintasha Advent Day #6 - Be Prepared
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“What are you getting Natasha for a present?” Yelena asked him out of nowhere. She looked at him with such an innocent curiosity that it caught him off guard. He understood why Natasha got in trouble for babying her sister, even when Yelena was far too old for that. In spite of her chronological age, she was new to too much.
“Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know what to get her,” Yelena admitted. “It’s not like I’ve really done this before. I want it to be something special, but I have no idea what special even means...”
Clint smiled, knowing that in a round about way that Yelena was feeling confused and wanted some help. She wouldn’t ask though.
“Natasha’s not too big on physical gifts,” he said. “I mean she likes things, sure, but having you here for her holidays, yourself and in one piece, that means the whole world to her. You don’t have to really give her much more than the knowledge that you’re here and happy...”
“I found the ring in your things.”
Well, that caught him off guard so much that he choked.
“Are you planning on actually getting married to my sister someday? She says you’ve been more or less together for like twenty years now... I figured that wasn’t something you two were interested in.”
“Um,” Clint said trying to recover. “Is it something that Natasha’s interested in? We’ve talked about it in the past and I know it’s more of a formality, but...”
“She’s going to love it. It’s pretty. Don’t mess it up. And I think I have an idea what to get her now.”
He had no idea what Yelena meant by that, but he needed to guard his things better from here on out.
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Clintasha Advent 2022 Day 15: Rivalry
Natasha took a deep breath and drew the bow, holding for a moment as she marginally adjusted her aim before she loosed the arrow.
Even from the distance she stood away from the target on the range, it wasn't hard to tell that her arrow had hit a ring away from the bullseye.
"Close, but not quite," Clint commented from behind her with an almost smug note in his voice.
She lowered the bow as she turned back to cast him a pointed look. "I'll get the hang of it."
"I mean, you're only going up against years of experience and a natural knack for it…" He broke into an unapologetic grin as she affectionately rolled her eyes. "And you're always welcome to give in on the bet."
"You wish," Natasha retorted. She angled back to face the target and grabbed another arrow, confident she wouldn't hit the first. "I still have nine to go."
The concept of the bet was simple: whichever one of them hit more bullseyes with the other's usual weapon under mostly equalizing conditions didn't have to write mission reports for three weeks. In practice they were each slightly more competitive about it than anticipated.
True to Natasha's expectation, her second arrow hit closer to the bullseye than the first, prompting her to smirk back at him. "See? Getting the hang of it."
"Still not the bullseye, Romanoff," he teased.
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Clintasha Advent 2022 - Day 1: Temperature
Natasha turns the thermostat down to get what she wants.
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Title: A Snowy Adventure
Prompt: Road Trip
Artist: Caiti
Relationship: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff
Rating: G
Note: Should any of my mood boards prompt a fic, please link me so I can enjoy and brag! But please - take this as permission to write it!!
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Day 1- Temperature
“It’s cold in here.”
Natasha pulls another blanket on her lap, yarn sliding through her fingers as she works another row into a scarf. Clint raises his eyebrows.
“Are you sure you’re not getting sick?”
“I don’t get sick.”
“You were sick two months ago in Cairo.”
“Was not,” she replies stubbornly. He shrugs, the clink of her knitting needles filling the silence. “Can you make me some hot chocolate?”
“Sure.”
By the time he returns to the living room, she’s fast asleep on the couch.
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He nudges her awake a few hours later, offering a cup of hot soup.
“I don’t want that. I’m sweating. It’s hot in here.”
“It’s not. It’s the same temperature as before.”
“You’re wrong.”
There’s no use in arguing. She sits up and pushes aside the blankets. Her hair is damp against her forehead.
“Maybe we should try a shower to cool down.”
“Okay.”
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Back to bundled, she clutches the soup in her hands like a lifeline. He sits behind her, working a brush gently through the tangles in her hair.
“I’m freezing.”
“I know. The medicine should kick in soon.”
“The soup is too hot.”
“Give it a minute to cool down.”
“I hate this.”
He laughs softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“You’re a pain in the butt when you’re sick, you know that?”
“I don’t get sick.”
“I know.”
She sets the empty bowl aside and curls into his side, tucking her fingers into the cuffs of the sweatshirt.
“Love you,” she mumbles.
“Love you too.”
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“Hey there Sleeping Beauty.”
“What time is it?”
“Little after 8pm.”
“Shit, I slept the whole day.”
“It’s okay. You needed it.” She stretches, taking a moment to analyze things. Her muscles aren’t aching quite so much, and her head feels less like a balloon. “You hot? Cold?”
“Hmmm. No. I don’t think so. But maybe I could use some more of that soup. It was really good.”
“Coming right up, Princess.”
He laughs, ducking around the playful swat at his arm.
“Don’t call me Princess.”
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Marvel
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov
Characters: Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Clint Barton is a loveable idiot, the absolute briefest mention of nat's trauma, but this is cute and fluffy i swear
Series: Part 1 of Clintasha Advent 2022
Summary:
Natasha comes home to find that the apartment is freezing. Clint has a creative solution.
#guess whos baaaaaaack#Clintasha Advent 2022#Clintasha#clint barton#natasha romanoff#fanfiction#fanfic#ao3
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CLINTASHA Emotions/Moods Dec 17th 2022
( Emotions & Moods )
Subtle Emotions
Takes place during Age of Ultron.
Clint sees her talking to Bruce again across Stark's bar. He feels a sharp pain in his chest as he looks down and smiles softly. He wants to say he's happy for her. He's always suspected that Natasha had feelings for him. She hides it well, she hides it like a Widow. Though he feels it, he sees it in her eyes, and he hates that deep down he feels it because they're there for him too.
She's a Black Widow, most smart people would know better to trust any of them. Though Natasha is the exception. He would trust her with his life. So he doesn't understand why Natasha is having such a hard time winning over the big guy. She's genuinely opening herself to him. How much of a gift is that? A Black Widow truly opening herself up to emotions, feelings, and romance. Most know better than to take that risk.
Yet he distracts himself with the drum set Tony has in the corner. He casually eyes them. He doesn't like how Banner is flatly turning down her advances. He doesn't understand why. Though he can logically reason why he would. The Big Green Guy is too dangerous. Anger issues, other repressed issues. He wants to say Bruce is not good enough for her. He doesn't. He holds his tongue and watches as he softly smiles back at her, and he wonders if she's finally managed to break through. Breakthrough Banner's numerous excuses and insecurities.
YOLO is a phrase Banner does not take to heart.
He takes them into his family home. He sees her try again and it looks like this time. This time she's finally broken through. He's given her hope. At least she looks happy and that same feeling comes again. The same pierce in his chest hits and he feels like a complete and utter asshole. He should be happy for her, for them. One part of him is happy for her but another is selfish. He feels hurt and he doesn't understand why. He has a wife, a family, a life Natasha can never have. He should be happy she can at least have him. Experience love, romantic love.
It's too much for him to witness. He tells himself and his family he's giving them their space, their privacy. Laura buys it completely. Why shouldn't she? He has been nothing but loyal. It's unfair he shouldn't have feelings for more than one woman. That's not what heroes do, that's not what life is about.
As usual everything turns to shit. The good comes with the bad. The bad is that they won against Ultron but the cost. The cost is too much. He feels the need to retire. So, he does yet Natasha stays.
Bruce disappears and he can see that Natasha is hurt and disappointed. He can't tell which feeling prevails. She looks more hurt than worried. He can only suspect that something happened up in the jet. He wants to ask but he knows it's not his place to ask. He has his own life and family to worry about. He chose to run. It's his loss.
He's angry for Natasha yet another part feels relieved. Natasha deserved better, someone who wouldn't push her away. Someone who knows her worth, someone who would risk his life for her. Someone like himself.
And now all he feels is guilt.
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Marvel Inspired Wax Melts Advent Calendar, with 25 different characters (20 of the ones we have available in our listings and 5 new surprise ones!)
What better gift for a marvel-obsessed friend or relative than this?
Or you can simply treat yourself to it, you deserve it!
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Clintasha Advent (2)
Prompt: Clintasha - temporary blindness
For/Prompter: @firlalaith
Warnings: Nil
Word count: 640
A/N: fatigue pulls in a way I wish it didn’t. I hope the day and nights are kind <3
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“I can’t see,” she says, far too calmly.
“What?” Clint looks at her, the explosion causing his ears to fail again.
“I can’t see,” she says, as he reads her lips.
“I think.. I looked, the flash bang, I fell, my head, the light, I looked, I know I shouldn’t have, I wanted to see if he was there, still following us, and as I did.. As I did Clint, it detonated. I can’t see. I can’t see,” she says, growing more panicked as words come out like vomit.
She rubs her eyes, once twice, and then a third time before Clint pulls her hands away.
“No, wait,” he says, “be gentle.”
“I can’t see,” she says, perseverating on the words.
“I know, and it’s going to be okay, okay? Just like Grenada? Keep walking, hold my hand.”
She does as he asks, the explosion still hot on their back as they move.
“I can’t see,” she moans as they walk.
He knows it’s panic.
It’s also the last thing she says as he guides her through the streets, then pushes her into a car.
“You with me?” he asks, stopping at a red light and looking her over, her eyes squeezed closed.
She makes a non committal sound and he feels her descent.
“Your eyes will be fine,” he decides.
“We’ll go see Cho, and she’ll fix it, just like she fixed my side.”
Blinking open, she squeezes them shut again.
“Natasha, stop.”
His hearing is clearing, non more tinnitus means he can hear the slight keen from her mouth every time she breathes out.
“Nat, talk,” he tries the softer approach.
He’s speeding now, exfil close. The jet leaving in twenty minutes.
One step closer to medical.
“I can’t see. I can’t see,” she chants.
He takes her hand and kisses it.
“It’s going to be fine,” he assures.
The next red light, he ploughs straight through, deeming the danger necessary.
“Almost there,” he says louder, over her whispered chant.
They arrive, Natasha face unscathed, pale and eyes wide, as she continues trying to blink them, scrunch them, rub them.
The files they stole in Clint’s left hand as he holds her with his right.
“Come with me,” he orders.
“What if it’s forever?” She whispers, clambering.
“Then we will deal with it,” he tells her pushing her up the ramp.
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It isn’t, permanent that is, Helen assesses her, and gives her drops and wraps her head, tells her not to touch and to go slow with seeing for the next 48 hours.
“It’ll come back,” she says to Natasha’s relief, “but you need to rest it.”
It’s the two things that Natasha is bad at.
Patience with her body and resting.
She sleeps until the nightmares comes and muses with a warm drink that Clint pushed into her hands that it seems almost worse that she can’t see the world, but her mind supplies heinous images.
Clint frowns in displeasure.
“Come and listen to a book with me,” he guides, wondering at how to pass the time.
It’s a good choice.
He doesn’t know if it’s the voice of the narrator or the fact they’re squeezed together on the single seater couch, or that the nightmares seem to be receding, but he can feel her relax, then slowly; feels her body sink into sleep again.
He follows her there, the dulcet tones dragging him under.
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He wakes and she’s not there.
Panic is his first instinct.
Wide awake and heart beating fast, he finds her unbandaged in the bathroom.
“I can see,” she whispers with a smile.
“Blurry and shapes but, I can see.”
He half smiles and pulls her into a hug.
“That’s good, Nat, that’s real good.”
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Clint/Nat/Laura + traditions
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We're back! Get ready for another Clintasha advent! From December 1st to the 25th we will be posting a prompt everyday with the full list coming out in advance at the end of the week. We will RTing all the amazing fanworks using the #clintasha advent 2022, to the Clintashaweek account.
However, we just want to remind you of a three simple ground rules,
1) No farm family
2) Other ships are allowed but they shouldn't contain Clint or Natasha unless they eventually end up together.
3) There's no need to include spoilers warnings anymore but please always include any ratings or warnings.
As always the FAQs are linked here
Get planning and we can't wait to see what you all create!
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Clintasha Advent Day # 8 - Home
@clintasha-week
Short and cheesy for Day 8.
“They’re so sickeningly cute.”
Kate and Yelena watched Clint from the little rented cabin’s loft. Clint and Natasha were outside, walking in the fresh snow. He brushed the powdery snow out of her bright red hair and she rolled her eyes, shoving him lightly with her left hand. He staggered playfully.
“It’s a little much, huh? But I think they deserve it.”
“I suppose they do,” Yelena huffed. “Still, look at that goofy look she’s got on.”
“She looks like she’s at home.”
Yelena had to agree. Natasha tumbled into the snow, pulling her man with her and even though romance was not her strong suit, she had to admit she understood the appeal of having someone who made you feel home anywhere in the world.
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Clintasha Advent 2022 Day 11: In sickness and in health
It wasn't like Natasha to be late for one of their early morning sparring sessions.
Clint waited an extra ten minutes and double checked his messages just to see if he had missed a reason why she wasn't there before he headed to her room on the base and knocked twice in succession on the door. "Natasha?" he asked, careful to keep his volume measured out of respect to the other sleeping agents in nearby rooms.
No initial response.
He knocked again. "Natasha?" Clear concern bled into his voice. "You okay? Or even in there?"
Another long moment passed to the point he was almost ready to try again when she finally opened the door.
To his immediate worry, she looked haggard and didn't look him directly in the eye. "Not feeling great," she weakly managed to say, her voice hoarse. "Sorry for missing training."
"Forget training," Clint immediately said, sympathy lining his tone, "you just focus on resting." He gave her an appraising once-over and caught a subtle shake in her hands. "Hey," he softly said, prompting her to look at him, her expression surprisingly vulnerable. "I'm just gonna grab a few things and be right back to help, you can just lay down and I'll take care of the logistics, okay?"
"You don't need to do that," she started to insist, her voice barely coming out above a whisper.
He cast her a patient but pointed look. "Partners look out for each other, and trust me, it's not a problem." After a second he added, "Are you okay if I let Coulson know too?"
Natasha was silent for a long moment of clear deliberation before she nodded. "Okay." She narrowed her eyes. "But I don't want to see a doctor."
"Hopefully it's just something that'll pass then," Clint brightly said, knowing it wouldn't escape her notice that he couldn't promise not to encourage her to see a doctor if it was needed.
Regardless, she finally relented into laying back down while he contacted Coulson and collected an assortment of sick day items for health and entertainment before he returned.
"I've got a little bit of everything just to cover our bases," he explained as he unpacked a bag of food items in her small kitchen space. "Have you eaten anything yet?"
Natasha had obligingly stayed in her bed but sat on it instead while wrapped up in a blanket as she watched him move through her space. "I haven't tried, only water."
He nodded. "Any nausea?"
"I don't think so, I'm only generally miserable," she croaked.
"Mmkay, oatmeal sound like a good breakfast? I've got cinnamon apple and maple brown sugar for flavors."
"Cinnamon apple."
"Awesome."
Clint busied himself in food prep and kept conversation going with whatever came to mind as Natasha slowly ate and started to look at least marginally less frightfully pale.
After she finished the oatmeal and let him take the bowl to wash for her she caught his wrist to prompt him to pause. "You don't have to stay with me. I'll manage."
"I'm sure you would, but I don't think you should have to be miserable and alone. Besides," he casually shrugged with one shoulder, "it's probably good for me to take a relaxed day too." After a second he added, "But if you do really want space, just say so and I'll leave."
Her hold slightly tightened around his wrist before she let go. "You can stay if you want."
Clint warmly smiled at her. "Sounds good."
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2018 Friday Recs - Week 4
Happy Friday! Some reading recommendations for your enjoyment. No particular order and more to come.
So, the 2 YEAR ANNIVERSARY of Friday Recs is coming up😲! and I don't have anything planned yet😩. Thoughts? Suggestions? What trope/AU have you been in the mood to read lately that we may not have covered?
Wounds by I_llbedammned
Clint wakes up in the hospital and Natasha goes to see him for a brief moment before going to fix the problem.
Clintasha Drabbles (Clintasha Advent 2018) by warqueenfuriosa (orphan_account)
Written for Clintasha Advent 2018 on tumblr
Closest Thing To A Wife by winterfrostwidow
In which Clint is not married, Natasha never was in love with Bruce. And Clint & Natasha are two fools in love, very much on the edge of unprofessionalism.
Talk to Me by intoxiicatted
From the moment he had brought her into SHIELD, she forced titanium walls over her emotions. Continued what she had been taught before; "Love is for children." In reality, she has a heart. She just wouldn't like anyone to know about it.
Loving Can Hurt Sometimes by Randomstranger1220
The Black Widow rarely has any feelings other than the satisfaction of successfully completing a mission. But Natasha Romanoff is different
The Red Room by fabricdragon
There was a lot more going on when Hawkeye spared the Black Widow. Clint Barton was a vampire hunter, Natasha was a vampire... He should have taken the shot, but he didnt.
crucibles by zombeesknees
Budapest and the aftermath. She's the close quarters. He's the long shot. They have both been unmade and remade before. This is what being partners means
If you are one of the authors or know them on tumblr and they are not properly tagged, please let me know in comments and I'll add them. Please feel free to click the Iriel3000fridayrecs link below to browse more categories
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Title: About a Secret
Filled:
Clintasha Advent - Day 14 - Free day - @clintasha-week
Mood Boarder: Caiti
Relationship: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff
Rating: G
Warnings: Mood board
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Day 3- Late
“Clinton Francis Barton!”
He cringes at the use of his full name, turning to look at the angry redhead at his front door.
“Nat, why are you all… oh shit.”
“Shower. Now.”
He scrambles toward the bathroom, the sound of her heels clicking on the floor behind him. He picks up the pace.
“Three text messages I sent you and- going to be late- the last time you’ve shaved-“
Her voice cuts in and out over the sound of rushing water as he furiously scrubs shampoo into his hair. And now there’s soap in his eye. He doesn’t have time for soap in his eye. He doesn’t have time at all. She flings the shower curtain open and he stumbles back, throwing an arm across his body for modesty.
“Natasha!”
I can’t find your dress socks.”
“In the.. the… the nightstand drawer.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
She retreats, and he steps out, pulling on a pair of boxers she left on the vanity. He messes his hair with the towel in a futile attempt to dry it.
“Natasha?”
“In here.”
Piece by piece, he pulls on his suit as quick as he can. She pushes him back into the kitchen chair she’s dragged into his bedroom.
“Do we really need-?”
A raise of her eyebrows is all it takes to quiet him. He hates hair gel, but she insists on it. Her fingers work through the damp tangles, forming it into some sort of style.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles.
“Let me help with your tie.” Her voice is much more gentle now, less hurried as she pats the knot by his throat. “There.”
“Thanks.”
“Let’s get going. Our ride is waiting outside.”
“Wait, one more thing.” Confused, she turns back. “You look beautiful, Natasha.”
He’s pleased to see a flush in her cheeks as he leans in, the kiss lasting just longer than a moment, and she’s trying not to smile as he steps away.
“You owe me a dance for this.”
“For you, anything.”
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