Senses [Clint/Natasha]

Together

Clint was back from his mission. He stood in front of her, bruised and bloody. He cocked his head to one side, and smirked.

"D'ya miss me?" he asked. 

Natasha nodded fast, and said: "Yes." 

She stepped forward, into his arms, and buried her face into his shoulder. He felt like home. His arms wrapped around her lower back firmly, but gently. She breathed in the familiar scent of him, and he could feel her breath on his neck. He moved a hand up to stroke her hair. She hummed in content, and it seemed they could forget. They could forget that they were standing in a SHIELD base, they could forget the horrible things they'd been through. It seemed that even if the world was burning, they could hold each other, and they would be safe. 

Clint was her home. It didn't matter where they were—if he was with her, she was home.

Natasha was his world. He couldn't imagine a life without her, and she always brought a smile to his face.

They let go of each other, reluctantly. But their hands stayed together. The warmth of each others being flowed through them, and they walked—together.

Author's note: Thanks for reading! I wrote these in a different order and then ordered them chronologically, this was actually the first one I wrote!