Senses [Clint/Natasha]

The things we don't say

They were taking a walk, walking along a quiet trail, when they noticed the wind. The wind started out slow, with small gusts and a slight chill. It picked up, with wild gusts and cold air. The start of the walk had been warm, albeit slightly chilly. But now the wind blew hard, it was loud and gusty.

Should've brought a jacket, thought Clint.

The wind whistled around, sharp and piercing and loud and gusting. Natasha walked slightly closer to Clint. She was used to the cold, though. But she didn't mind Clint's warmth.

Clint noticed Natasha walking closer, and he was glad. It was cold, and the wind was loud. He contemplated wrapping his arm around Natasha's waist, and pulling her close for warmth, but he decided against it. He wouldn't want to, not without her consent. And it would be too awkward to ask, so he settled with almost touching.

Natasha wanted to be touching Clint. Not because of lust, but because of the cold air that whipped around them. She could see him shivering, and she wanted to help, but I can't just do it. He was cold, and all she wanted was to give him warmth.

Author's note: I re-read this before I posted it... eh. Some of these one-shots were rushed writing. Hopefully I can post some other stuff soon, that's better written. Not quite sure what to work on next, though..