Temporary Distraction
Fandom: Avengers
Rated: PG
Category: Double Drabble. Clint/Natasha (AKA Blackhawk). Humor.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Clint doesn't want to answer the question. Fortunately, distraction is one of his strengths.
Disclaimer: Everything Marvel belongs to the Man. (Not the Mouse.) Excelsior!
Note: Written for the prompt of "Where did you get that picture?" on the Be Compromised LJ com.
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Natasha tilted her head sideways and stared over Clint's shoulder.
"Where did you get that picture?" she asked, nodding toward something behind him in his apartment.
Clint turned to look, then swallowed big.
He turned back a moment later, all nervous energy. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Natasha leaned crossed her arms and lifted one eyebrow.
"Well?"
Clint grinned. "I plead the fifth."
"This isn't a court of law."
"Feels that way," muttered Clint. He licked his lips nervously, then seemed to reach some sort of decision. He suddenly took a deep breath, then invaded Natasha's space with one long stride.
As his lips met hers in a fiery kiss, she gasped.
She'd never imagined that this was how their first kiss would happen, but maybe she should have. After all, why not use physical distraction to avoid uncomfortable topics? It was very them.
As Clint pulled back for air, Natasha smirked. He took that as permission to continue his ministrations, and she did not object.
She still wanted an answer to her question, but as far as avoidance tactics went, she had to admit Clint's idea was a good one. She'd take it.
For now.