Senses [Clint/Natasha]

Child

It was snowing outside. White flakes fell from the sky and floated to the ground. Natasha sat on the couch, sipping her coffee while watching the snow fall.

"Natasha," Clint said, walking into the room.

"Yes?" 

"We're going to go outside in the snow."

She didn't question him hardly at all. She followed him blindly, she trusted him too much. But now it was nothing.

It was fun. She had never played in the snow before. And that's what they were doing—playing. They built a snowman, and they made snow angels, and they threw snowballs. They laughed and played. Natasha had never really been a child, but she figured this was what it must feel like to be one.

They lie next to each other in the snow. Natasha couldn't stop laughing, even though nothing funny was going on.

"Hey, Nat, eat some snow," Clint said.

"That has to be horribly unsanitary," she replied. 

Clint licked the ground, careful not to go so far as to touch the dirt.

She sighed, but she scooped a small bit of snow in her hand and ate it. 

"Doesn't it taste wonderful?" he asked.

"Tastes like water." But, it did taste good.

Author's note: Tbh, I wasn't a fan of this one-shot :-/

That AoS finale though! aGHHH! You can find some collected thoughts about it on my blog- avengersfangirl.wordpress.com