Ghost

Chapter Fifty Eight

  
                                       Nats POV

     It's been a month. All that positive thinking I had been doing was shit. Sure, we've been calling and texting and FaceTiming whenever we get the chance. But between my missions and the missions she went on with Yelena and this damn time difference, it hasn't nearly been enough.

     Can I also mention how much I miss cuddling her? Or just being near her. Or her smile. Or the feeling I get when we kissed. Damn it. I just really fucking miss her. I didn't think it would be this difficult.

     I know what you're thinking; why doesn't Spencer just teleport? Well, my dumbass didn't want her to risk teleporting here in the off chance someone spotted her. Also, Fury has had me on back to back missions pretty much since I got back. Something about making up for lost time or something.

       And no, I haven't really had a chance to talk to the others about the Ghost yet. Like I said, I've hardly been here. And when I have been here, others are away or busy or I'm too tired to bring myself to talk.

       So that's where we're at. I'm here, she's there and we've barely been able to talk. It's great.

     I just got back from another mission where I froze my ass off in Canada for a couple days. Got the bad guy, of course. But the only thing I want to do is see my wonderful girlfriends face. And hear her voice. And have her hold me..

     I try a few times on FaceTime, but with no luck. It should only be dinner time there, so it's weird she didn't answer. I guess I'll try a little later. Who knows, she could be out for a ride or with a client.

      So I found myself sitting in the common room, no one else is in here so I have it into my preferred show; Parks and Recreation. Which I have fallen in love with thanks to Spencer and Yelena.

     It also reminds me of when we spent nights cuddle inside eating whatever Spencer had cooked up for dinner.

      I am intermittently looking at my phone hoping Spencer sent a message or that she's calling and I haven't heard it. She hasn't. So I get really into the show in between the takes of looking at my phone. I must have zoned out because I didn't even notice when Clint took a seat next to me until he was tapping my shoulder.

      "Whatcha doing?" He practically sung out, going high pitch at the end.

      "What? Nothing. Watching tv, clearly." Have I mentioned that I did not tell anyone that I'm not single? No? Well I haven't.

      "Oh? And why were you staring at your phone like it might explode at any minute then?" Clint asked so innocently. The smile on his face, not so innocent.

      "I don't know what you're talking about," I try to play it off, keeping my attention on the screen and not on him.

      "Oh, right. Okay. We can pretend that you aren't waiting for someone to call you and you're just watching tv, that's fine," he says as he turns his attention to the screen, but clearly is waiting for my response.

       I do look over at him, not being able to help myself. "You don't know what you're talking about."

     "No, of course not. I definitely don't know when my best friend is crushing on someone. Though I had been the one that noticed the one other time it happened."

      My face goes a little red as he made me think of Spencer. "You're wrong, you know. I'm not crushing on anyone." It's true. I am way past crushing at this point.