Love Is For Children ~Hawkeye & Black Widow (Part One & Two)

Too Much Champagne

The first chapter was rather short, but it was just a little introduction as such, this chapter should hopefully be longer. I haven't exactly got an exact  plan  of what's happening yet, so I'm just going with the flow and praying it'll turn out all right XD

Elise xo

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Clint Barton

A soft murmuring in my ear caused me to stir from my sleep; I kept my eyes closed and covered my eyes with my arm.

"Clint..." The gentle voice shook me once again; I moved my arm from my face before cautiously cracking open one eye. Natasha was beaming down at me, her hair lay over one shoulder delicately - but then I noticed the dark circles under her eyes.

"You didn't sleep at all did you"? My voice was still rather croaky from my awakening, she shifted her gaze uncomfortably - I quickly changed the subject. "I'm glad you woke me up anyway, I'm starving" I stretched in my seat before noticing that half of the passengers were collecting their bags from the compartments above their seats.

"You've been asleep for hours Clint" Natasha laughed, rising from her seat. She handed me my jacket, before taking off her own - draping it over her arms. It was then that I noticed the sudden change of temperature. We collected our bags and headed for a cab Stark had arranged for us to be collected in, I couldn't help but notice how slow Natasha was moving - I knew she didn't sleep at all.

"Clent and Natalie"? A Moroccan man asked standing beside a cab. Nat and I couldn't help but share a chuckle.

"Clint and Natasha" I corrected the man before handing him a couple dirham’s. I took the bags from Natasha's hands, noticing she looked a little peaky. After placing the bags in to the trunk of the green cab, I slid in next to Nat and the cab driver skidded off the curb towards our unknown destination. Natasha leaned her head on my shoulder in the cab, neither of us saying a word as we took in the blurring images of Morocco out the windows.

I couldn't wait to change in to something lighter; I was starting to overheat. I imagined all the clothes Natasha had brought with her; a few bikinis, dresses and skirts. I stopped myself from over-thinking about my half dressed partner noticing how the cab came to a stop. Natasha held on to my arm as we got out of the cab and collected the bags.

"Enjoy your honeymoon" The cab driver grinned, his black thick moustache turning up along with his smile. Natasha tossed her head back with laugher before heading towards the large house that I presumed would belong to Natasha and I for the next month.

"Yeah, thanks..." I waited for his name.

"Gehan" Gehan retained his grin before bowing slightly and returning to his cab. I picked up the bags from the side walk and followed Natasha's direction. The warm air was still rather humid, and I could taste the salty, crisp air on the tip of my tongue as the blue waves crashed against the sandy rocks in the near ocean.

The holiday home looked rather impressive from the outside, with tall ivory marble walls, a slanted brick paved roof, granite steps that led up to the wooden deck outside that was surrounded by a black iron railing. I passed through the already open door and dropped our bags in the bright entrance. The entrance led in to a gigantic living room, dining room and several other rooms. The walls were painted a royal blue, with the occasional strip of white travelling down the wall.

As I kicked off my boots, I took in the vanilla scented air that the home obtained."Nat"? I called out, not knowing exactly where she'd gotten too.