I love you (Clintasha)✔️

✬♧5♧✬ Masterpiece

Clint and Natasha were walking down two separate hallways when they bumped into each other, Natasha's face colliding with his chest.

After a giggle and a chuckle, Clint held Natasha by her arms to look at her.

"Hey, how was your meeting with Fury?" Clint asked, a hand tucking Natasha's curls behind her ear.

"It was okay. He put me on another case." Natasha replied, waving a folder in her hand.

"Hmm let me guess, is it a psychotic serial killer or a deranged bomb maker this time?" Clint asked with a smirk.

"I don't see any difference between the two. Both are psychologically unsound." Natasha shrugged nonchalantly, a smile playing on her lips, "How was your meeting with Phil?"

"He told me that I have physical assessment in three days."

At that, Natasha poked around his torso with a finger.

"What?" Clint chuckled, and flinched at the ticklishness.

"I'm trying to feel whether your abs are still there." She laughed, then moved on to poke at his arms, "and your biceps."

"I think I desperately need to get back in shape after the long break from our wedding preparations and honeymoon or I'll fail the assessment and Fury's gonna deal with me." He caressed her cheek and tilted his head to look at her.

"Then what are you waiting for, get to the training room!" Natasha ordered playfully and ran behind Clint to push him towards the training room.

"You're not escaping from me." Clint grinned slyly and grasped Natasha's wrist, pulling her along. She pretended to struggle at first and eventually gave up and obediently followed him.

The training room was thankfully empty when they got there, they could use some couple time amidst their busy schedules.

"Now, I need some motivation for my training, what do you suggest, Sweetheart?" Clint stood with his hands on his hips and eyed Natasha playfully.

Natasha glanced upwards and placed a finger on her chin, as if thinking hard, and managed to look absolutely adorable at the same time.

"I know! You can do push-ups and after every...20, you'll get a kiss from me." Natasha suggested, looking extremely satisfied with her solution.

"Aww man, 20?"

"Okay fine, make it 10." Natasha compromised and patted Clint's cheeks while pursing her lips.

And so Clint swept Natasha up in his arms and then lay her down on the center of the mat before climbing over her.

"What are you doing?" Natasha asked, confused but trusting Clint nevertheless.

"This way I am motivated to stay up so as to not crush you, and also I'll be getting my reward much easier." Clint winked and made a kissing action, causing Natasha to laugh and pinch his nose playfully.

And so Clint got to work, his biceps flexing with every push up, while Natasha tried to keep her face emotionless so as to not distract him and silently counted for him.

After every 10 push-ups, Natasha gave Clint a kiss just as she promised.

Clint had started slowing down when approaching 50 and Natasha could see he was exhausted but still trying very hard. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead onto her face but she remained silent and unmoving, egging him on.

Until finally on 60, Clint let out a huff and collapsed onto Natasha, but still careful not to crush her beneath his weight. That evoked a squeal from Natasha as she felt his sweat seeping into her shirt.