He lie in bed. Getting up took so much effort. He pulled himself into a sitting position. He sniffed, and could smell yesterday. Smoke from the bonfire last night. He guessed he had been too lazy to change into pajamas, because he was wearing the clothes from yesterday, the clothes that smelled like smoke and ash and fire. He remembered the burning of the flames, and her hand in his. He stared at the space in the bed where she had been. She had been there last night, right next to him.
He noticed a note on his bedside table, and picked it up.
Clint,
had to go on a mission, should be back in a few days
xoxo
nat
He smiled at her familiar handwriting, but sighed. He wished she could be with him right now on this lazy Sunday morning.
He made himself get up. He took a shower, and changed his clothes. He joined the other Avengers downstairs, and made himself a cup of coffee.
"Hey. That bonfire was nice, we should do that again," said Steve, leaning near to Clint. Steve smelled like smoke. He smelled like the fun of last night. He smelled like yesterday.
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Senses [Clint/Natasha]
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