Senses [Clint/Natasha]

So cold

They were back from a mission, covered in gashes, cuts, and bruises. They walked into Clint's apartment, and went to the bathroom to clean up. He got the clean-up kit from off the top shelf, and they stripped off their suits. They stood there in their underwear, shivering due to the cold air— the heater wasn't working. They took turns stitching up the tears in each other's skin. They applied ointment to each other's bruises. 

After they were pieced back together, they just stood there. 

"It's so cold," she said. She folded herself into his arms, and they stood there, in an embrace. 

The arrow necklace she always wore felt like ice against his skin. Her breaths felt like fire. Her hair tickled his skin. His hands wove around her body, coming to rest on that scar. The bullet mark from when the bullet had tore straight through her flesh. The time she had been there in the hospital bed, and she had looked so dead.

His fingers traced the bullet scar. The scar she always kept hidden, the one she never let anyone touch. She pressed herself against him, her only source of warmth. It was so cold.

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