Senses [Clint/Natasha]

Blueberry pancakes

He knew she had had a nightmare the past night. She had made him sleep on the bed, and she was on the couch. The mission was in Brazil, and it was hot, really hot. He couldn't sleep, and at 3 am he had heard her. He had heard her gasping, and it sounding like she might have been quietly crying. He had wanted to go to her, to help her in anyway he could. But—they'd only been partners for 4 months, and he didn't want to get too close, too soon.

But he had to do something. Coulson always said he made good pancakes. So, here he was at 7 in the morning, stirring blueberry pancake batter. He put the first pancake on the pan.

He looked over, and she was there.

"Morning," he said. She nodded in response. He gave her a plate with a pancake on it. "I made breakfast."

He couldn't help but worry that she wouldn't like it. He watched carefully as she took a bite. She took a few more, then looked up at him.

"This is the best food I have ever tasted," she said.

"Really?"

She nodded. "Can I have more?"

Author's note: I forgot to post a chapter yesterday, so here is yesterday's chapter! I've always had this head canon, where Nat likes Clint's blueberry pancakes.