Senses [Clint/Natasha]

Too much

The crashes of thunder stirred her from her sleep. The thunder was too loud, there was no way she could get back to sleep then. She walked downstairs, and saw Clint sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. 

"Hey," she said, sitting next to him. "Can't sleep?" 

"Thunder brings back too many memories," he mumbled. 

She put a hand on his shoulder and smiled sadly. They were so broken. Another crash of thunder broke the silence, and he instinctively grabbed hold of her. Realizing it was just thunder, he let go. 

"Thought it was an explosion for a minute," he whispered. 

"I have to go to Cairo for a mission tomorrow," she said. 

"Then you should sleep." 

He turned away from her then, and she was filled with guilt. She didn't want to go tomorrow, especially when he needed her here, but what could she do? She knew she wouldn't get back to sleep that night though, so she stayed with him.

A bolt of lightning split the sky, then another crash. She saw him tense instantly, shoulders hunching in self-defense. 

"I won't go tomorrow," she said. He looked at her, and they both knew she was lying.

Author's note: Clintasha feels are intense, bro. Agh.