Clintasha One Shots

Pizza

A/N: Hey guys! I know I've been a little inactive, but I've been having problems with my internet recently, it's all fixed now though! I really hope you all enjoy this part, remember to recommend, comment and vote!

~Sam xx

*NATASHA'S POV*

​Clint and I have just finished moving into our new apartment. It's located in the centre of New York and we managed to get the apartment with the roof garden! The view from the main sitting room window is beautiful, and at night with all the streetlights switched on it is magical. Clint has collapsed on the red leather couch in front of the baseball game. He looks exhausted. He's been painting the bedroom all day, and it won't be dry for us to sleep in tonight. Clint spent last week painting the sitting room/kitchen area and I think finally, he's worn out. "Hungry?" I ask him, perching down on the couch next to him. His once bright eyes are now watery and dark bags have formed underneath them. "Yeah, I can go and pick something up if you want?" He offers, his voice cracking due to sheer exhaustion. I shake my head and kiss his forehead gently. "It's okay, I'll go." I smile and grab my keys before leaving the apartment.
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I don't know whether to get pizza or Chinese food, part of me really fancies sushi actually... I walk along the hectic sidewalk and breathe in the not-so-nice New York air. These past few years haven't been easy for me, but this city has always helped me through the terror. I walk past a huge poster of Captain America, proudly showing off his blue, white and red shield. I grin, Steve would love that. I swerve into the pizza place and take off my scarf once I'm inside. "Can I get one large Hawaiian pizza to go?" I say to the woman behind the counter. Whilst I wait I stare out of the window, watching the business men and women rush past on their phones, the parents with their slow walking children, the young couples walking hand in hand and at the people walking alone with their headphones on. Anyone can come to New York. It doesn't matter about how young or old you are or what profession you are in, New York is home to many different people. The rain starts to slowly drip down from the once blue sky, making many of the pedestrians curse and put up their umbrellas, or their hoods, the unlucky few who don't have either just make a run for it. I jump when the woman shouts out, "ONE LARGE HAWAIIAN PIZZA TO GO!" I spin around and grab the pizza before handing the woman the money.
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On the way back to our apartment, I resist the urge to steal a slice of pizza. The aroma is mouth-watering. My stomach rumbles aggressively so I run the rest of the way home, wanting to preserve the pizza's freshness.
​Hastily, I shove the key in the lock and fling open our front door. I place the pizza on the countertop and am shocked when Clint doesn't say anything. I walk round to the couch and see Clint, curled up with his eyes clasped shut. I giggle before wrapping a blanket round his cold shoulders. I sit down next to him with a plate of pizza on my lap. I try to eat quietly, when Clint's woken up from a nap he can get super grumpy. The sweetness of the pineapple contrasts the smokiness of the ham perfectly, making me extremely happy. "Hey... Where's mine." Clint mumbles playfully. "You were asleep." I state, standing up to grab Clint some pizza. "Hey, Natasha?" Clint says in a happier tone. "Yeah?" I say, handing him a plate. "Thank you." He smiles, kissing me on the cheek.