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Senses [Clint/Natasha]

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Need 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...

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by victorious-monkey

by victorious-monkey

Natasha came home to the smell of baking bread. She inhaled the smell, it smelled so good.  "I'm home," she called.

Clint walked over. "Hey, sweetheart." He gave her a quick kiss.

"You wanna help me clean up?" she asked. The recent mission had left her with an assortment of cuts and bruises.

"Course."

"You're baking bread?" she asked as he helped her out of her skintight suit.

"Yeah. Might as well be normal and domestic for once, right?"

She smiled. "Mmm. It smells great."

"Let's hope it tastes good, too."

After her cuts were cleaned and she had showered and changed into something more comfortable, they sat down to eat the bread Clint had baked. It tasted even better than it had smelled. It felt too good to be true, sitting there with Clint and eating homemade food.

It was too good to be true. Clint's phone rang, he had to go on a mission. So he got up, and he kissed her goodbye, and he left. Work held precedence. She sat there, alone, and wished they could be normal. She liked missions, and SHIELD, but sometimes they went months without seeing each other. Without him, she wasn't home.

Author's note: Wow, Senses is almost over! Thank you all for your support!