Possible & The Witch

It Looked Easy

TW

Natasha's Pov:

"Суka blyat." I groan into the morning on a sofa that was definitely meant for style not comfort after someone knocks their fist on my foot.

I sit up cracking my neck and back- rather painfully stretching my muscles.

"Ohhkaay. Not doing this again."

Matter of fact. Why am I on the couch? I know Bruce and I didn't fight. We've been doing well lately actually. Right?

A throat clearing redirects my attention in the middle of that consideration.

Clint- who is apparently an alarm clock today-is standing at the end of the couch passing forward a cup of coffee before he sits beside me.

He doesn't say anything, being generally the quiet type in the morning. But only ever here this early when Stark has a mission for him.

Clint and I are my favorite communication next to what I have with Wanda.

I communicate with Bruce and love him of course but we're still figuring out exactly what to say.

With Clint. It's easy. Just be honest. He's simple.

"Had to say goodbye to the kids this morning?"

He nods.

"Didn't go well this time?"

He shakes his head.

"They'll understand when they get older."

He scoffs so I rub his shoulder in an attempt at comfort. He pushes his feeling away and his usual charismatic mask re-emerges.

"Sofa surfing?" He asks me.

I think again... why am I on the couch?

I see some of my files on the table and it gives the best explanation I can think of.

"Had an affair with paperwork I guess."

"Any of it for me?" He points.

"No I didn't even know you had a mission. This stuff is more of a location objective thing Stark has me on. I don't have a mission for another week."

I yawn and shake my hair free of sleep, then pull out my phone to see the time is 7:30am. Just under the numbers there is a text from Bruce.

~Hey. Tried to pick you up to carry you to bed and got kicked in the dick so I just covered you up and let you sleep. I hope you come to bed when you wake up but if you don't. Let the record reflect my groin is in pain because I love you. 😁.~

I have to snicker at it because he's such a goofball. And this is why we will figure it out.

I almost text back but he's definitely still knocked out so I put my phone on the table before Clint speaks again.

"How's Y/N's mission. I'm starting to miss my little cosmic freak."

He snaps me out of my smile. "They're okay. They don't like what they're around. But they're still alive and have super powers. So I'm honestly more worried about Wanda and the baby."