Hello there. Call me Nae. That's what I go by nowadays. I'm twenty and I like stuff. Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Final Fantasy 7&8 and anime/manga. There's also a fair amount of Avengers related stuff here too, because I SHIP THEM ALL. ALL THE SHIPS. *cough*
So hello, and let me love you. Probably from afar.
The room they were renting for this job was small, pretty damn filthy and cold. Cold enough that she could see her breath in the air. It was cheap though, and helped with their cover. They were in some European city- Natasha had lost track, they’d passed through so many lately- and were going to make their move tomorrow.
She curled tighter, and Clint pressed himself into her back more, arm tightening a little around her waist. The bandage wound around his bicep was still white- the neat little stitches she’d made hadn’t opened in the night. She let herself smile slightly into the darkness as he let out a muffled snore into her hair.
In the morning he would wake up with hair spiking every direction and that sleepy smile that made his eyes crinkle at the edges and murmur “‘Tasha…”, and she would store that look and sound for other times, worse times. Then they would get up, find the mark and kill them.
Clint snored into her hair again and she closed her eyes, letting herself be lulled into sleep by his heat and breath.
I live with four other dudes. We are all, to some degree, geeks. Me and three of them have been watching a lot of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, and reading Avenger comics. Today we received our water bill. This bill came out of nowhere, and this meant we had to talk about where we would be pulling the money from. Next thing I know, I’m standing in the middle of the lounge room with the echo of ‘Avengers assemble!’ going through the house. I’m standing there wondering what the hell has fandom done to me when the rest of the house shuffles into the room, and the first thing my boyfriend says is ‘Dibs Cap’. Thus, we argued about which Avenger we are and…we completely forgot the bill. Damn you, fandom.