First off this is not my best. I understand that. But it was literally assaulting my mind and yeah. I like that idea, I'm just not sure if I did it justice, tell me what you think. No flames please. Props to my friend/BETA, Raia who looked over this with me and dealt with my psychotic writer rambling!
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He always thought, if he did fall in love, he would fall in love with one of the acrobats. He'd watched them fly through the air. Independence and confidence surrounded them.
Yes, Clint had always thought he'd fall in love with an acrobat.
Well, until he met Natasha.
But watching her swinging effortlessly around the training room, he can't help but think he was right all those years ago.
Not only did he fall in love with an acrobat, he fell in love with a spy. An assassin. An agent. A woman with so many different sides, none of these can completely fit her.
The fact that he knows this shows him something that he had never dreamt would happen. Sure he had thought he would fall in love with an acrobat, but he never believed someone would fall in love with him.
He catches sight of her barely hidden smirk; of course she caught him watching her. She continues training for a few more minutes. His eyes follow her fluidly flipping and twisting around the facility.
Noticing her slowing movements, he grabs a water from the fridge beside him and opens the door into the training room. She quickly flips off the beam, catching the water as she walks to meet him.
"Have a good show?" She asks with a smirk, pulling a towel out of her bag.
"Of course." He replies, nudging her shoulder and following her out of the gym.