Senses [Clint/Natasha]

If we were normal

They were walking around in a store. They were glancing at items, and thinking about what-ifs.

"If we were normal, and had a house, we could get these curtains..."

or

"If we had time to cook, we could get this oven..."

They each had an apartment, although they were hardly alone. Either she was in his apartment, or he was in hers. But they were never there for long, they always had missions and duties.

Neither of them had noticed the music that was playing in the store, not until some ballet music came on. 

Natasha shoulders tensed instantly, her head swirling with memories of her past. Her head swam, and she gripped Clint's shoulder for support. She breathed heavily, trying to regain her composure. Clint wrapped his arm around her hip and pulled her close.

"What are you—?" she asked.

"Just like we're undercover," he said. When they were undercover they usually were a couple. "Do you need to get out?" he asked. She nodded.

They left the store and sat on the benches outside. 

"Sorry, usually I have a better hold—" she said.

"It's okay," he replied. 

"I wish we were normal," she said. 

He didn't respond.

Author's note: New chapter! Hope you liked it !