Senses [Clint/Natasha]

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(random Clintasha one-shots based on the senses)

[ cover made by @persephonee- ]
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Budapest was afterwards. Budapest was sitting in a shitty diner eating fatty cheese fries. Budapest was cheese fries “taking years off my life” and the way he grinned in response. Budapest was cuts and bruises and fun.

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“I don’t see why they sit on the same side, if I was dating, I’d sit across— that way I could see them better when carrying on a conversation,” she said.
“It’s because couples like to grope each other,” he replied.

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Clint never thought he’d be making out in a closet like a teenager with anyone, least of all the ice-cold great assassin.

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Another crash of thunder broke the silence, and he instinctively grabbed hold of her. Realizing it was just thunder, he let go.
“Thought it was an explosion for a minute,” he whispered.