It was the fourth of July. They were with the Avengers. They walked around, eating all sorts of USA-colored food. Steve looked like he was having a great time—he truly was Captain America. Tony had suggested that the Avengers should dress patriotically, and surprisingly they all had done so. Clint was wearing a red t-shirt and blue jeans, and Natasha was wearing white jeans and a blue shirt. They looked like a normal domestic couple. They looked like they had nice dinners, and always said 'I love you' before going to bed.
She found it interesting, how they could be seen as a normal couple, when they were anything but. The people that looked at them didn't know that they had frequent nightmares or that she couldn't tell him she loved him, even though he told her he loved her all the time. Others didn't know that sometimes he got panic attacks when they sparred. Their real selves were hidden.
They sat down on a picnic blanket to watch the fireworks. They sat there, and they looked so normal, no one could tell that they were killers. No one saw the blood that still stained their hands.
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Senses [Clint/Natasha]
Fiksi PenggemarNeed some Clintasha? You've come to the right place. (random Clintasha one-shots based on the senses) [ cover made by @persephonee- ] -- Budapest was afterwards. Budapest was sitting in a shitty diner eating fatty cheese fries. Budapest was cheese...