❛ beyond counting ❜ - winterhawk

"Aw, snow, no," Clint pouted, swatting it off his thighs somewhat angrily. He made a mental note to thank Nat for insisting on him wearing gloves outside; he couldn't imagine his flesh and bone fingers digging through that cold.

As he shook his head and legs vigorously with an even bigger pout the air was suddenly enveloped in something pleasant and new and very much human. His eyes widened involuntarily as the peculiar sound resounded around him. His head spun to where it was coming from, surprised when his eyes landed on the one beside him. The man was clutching at his stomach and his shoulders were moving up and down rapidly. That's when Clint realised what that unfamiliar sound was.

Barnes was laughing.

Suddenly, Clint wasn't so cold anymore.

[none of the characters belong to me, i'm just introducing an imaginary setting and set of events to their lives!]