I'll fight for you (Clintasha)✔️

☆☾22☽☆ Just like old times

Clint was lounging casually on the curved red sofa outside the doctor's office.

He stole a glance at his watch and found that the session was ending soon.

Peeping through the small glass window in the door, Clint caught sight of Natasha's red hair. She was standing up and presumably thanking Dr. Wilson by shaking his hand.

As soon as the door clicked open, Clint pushed off the couch and headed straight for Natasha, swiftly having an arm round her shoulder.

"Natasha has made much progress, she'll be well in no time." Dr. Wilson smiled and informed Clint, to which he gave a grateful nod.

"Maybe you would like to have a session with me too." He suggested and Clint responded by chuckling and shaking his head.

"I was out like a light for most of the time, I don't think counseling is needed for something I didn't go through." He said sheepishly.

"Okay then, but give me a ring whenever you need someone to talk to." Dr. Wilson gave Clint a pat on the shoulder and returned to his office.

Since the Hayden incident, Natasha had constantly been on tenterhooks and felt uneasy and nervous at just about everything. She was even scared when she walked past an eatery and saw the chef cutting meat with a knife through the window, just because she had witnessed Clint being stabbed before her very eyes.

Because of this, Director Fury suggested, or more so insisted that she see a psychiatrist to help her cope with her trauma.

Dr. Sam Wilson had been a close associate of S.H.I.E.L.D and had handled many cases of PTSD referred by Director Fury over the years. His expertise and experience had lead many patients to recovery hence Natasha was very certain she would be back to her normal self in no time.

They exited the office building hand in hand, and wandered down the street.

"What shall we do now?" Natasha asked, her hair waltzing in the breeze.

"How about some ice-cream?" Clint suggested with a grin, and pulled Natasha along towards the bus stop, not even waiting for her reply.

They alighted in front of an ice-cream parlour - the ice-cream parlour near their high school that they occasionally visited in the past.

It was the same cheery little place with vibrant colours in their memory.

They stood before the shop and stared for a few moments, falling into the arms of nostalgia.

"This place brings back fond memories." Natasha said, and tightened her grip on Clint's hand.

"It sure does. C'mon." Clint led her into the shop.

"I'll have one caramel flavored cone, and a mint one for her." Clint told the cashier.

"Extra chocolate sauce for him!" Natasha reminded and cast a grin at Clint, who responded by pecking her on the lips.

After receiving their cones, they headed for a window seat.

As they began indulging on their frozen treats, Clint noticed the hoodie Natasha was wearing. It had belonged to him but Natasha had possessed it for so long that it had already become hers and Clint accepted that. It seemed strange to suddenly notice what she had been wearing so regularly that it was predictable, but Clint felt heartened.

This was the exact place and setting that he had 'accused' Natasha of stealing his hoodie all those years ago. He had thought she looked cute in the hoodie that was two sizes too large for her, and it wasn't any different now.

Desperately trying to prevent the treat from melting off the side of the cone, Natasha was adorably oblivious to whatever was going through Clint's mind and didn't even notice him staring. Maybe he did it so often she was used to it.

And so Clint chose to secretly enjoy the moment and not tell her about what he was feeling. He couldn't help the silly grin taking residence on his face though, and so he licked at his ice-cream while entertaining those pleasant thoughts that seemed to radiate off of his Natasha.

"Hey." Clint said all of a sudden, making Natasha look up at him.

Without a moment to react, Natasha found Clint's lips against hers and a blush instantly crept across her cheeks.

She kissed back and giggled at the cooling sensation of the ice-cream on their lips.

"How did that feel?" Clint asked after pulling away.

"Sweet." Natasha replied with a smirk and wink.

After finishing their cones, Clint and Natasha left the shop and strolled down the street.

Natasha stopped them midway and pointed to a spot on the pavement.

"That's where I tripped and fell." She said, and sure enough, the accident-causing tile was still there, jutting out of the pavement.

"I wonder how many people have tripped over all these years." Clint mused.

"I don't know, but definitely not me again." Natasha stated confidently.

Clint chuckled, then bent down in front of her.

"What are you doing?" She asked, confused.

"You don't have to be injured for me to give you a piggyback, right?" Clint smirked, causing Natasha to break into a smile that could light up the whole town.

"C'mon." Clint patted his back and Natasha climbed on, wrapping her arms round his neck.

He hoisted her up and began walking.

"After all these years, you're still as sweet as ice-cream." She whispered affectionately in his ear and kissed his cheek as the wind twirled her hair around.

"Mmm-hmm." Clint tried sounding nonchalant at her comment, but he was indeed smiling like an idiot.

In that moment, they both knew that nothing had changed.

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