Natasha squeezed her eyes shut, shuddering slightly as the plane began to move. Her stomach twisted as the ground fell away beneath the metal beast. The heavy feeling in her abdomen made her sick and the pressure in her ears did nothing to relieve her mood. She groaned softly as the plane bucked and rolled underneath her, the storm outside pounding on relentlessly.
Trying to focus on anything other than the flight, Natasha turned her thoughts towards the assignment. It was fairly simple, get the hostage to safety and take down project Rover. In and out. Nothing to it. The plane jolted alarmingly and Natasha clenched the armrests, her insides curling in distaste. One door at the back, two on the side, a revolving door at the front. Sixteen guards stationed around the outside. Probably six around the main entrance and the rest scattered as they saw fit.
Her stomach clenched as the aircraft pitched sideways, wobbling violently in the dark sky. Landing at 0900, Natasha thought, her jaw tightening while the nauseous feeling inside of her built up. In and out, nothing to it. Standard operation. As the plane rolled again Natasha's hand drifted to her gun, her beloved Desert Eagle. She closed her eyes again breathing deeply through her mouth and letting her fingers run across the smooth metal, touching each dip and crevice that she knew by heart. In and out. Cartridge. Trigger. Barrel. In and out. Sixteen guards.
"Nat." A hand on her shoulder made her jump slightly - unusual for her - and Natasha turned, opening her eyes and meeting Clint's concerned blue gaze,"You alright?" Natasha nodded wanly, not trusting her mouth to open and have only sound come out. Clint paused, studying her for a moment before a grin slowly spread across his face."Motion sickness, you get motion sickness."
Natasha glared at him refusing to answer. "You do!" Clint's glee was obvious and Natasha's glare deepened, she crosses her arms and turned away from him angrily. Her stomach rolled again with the motion on the plane and she groaned.
Clint's arms wrapped around her shoulders and she found herself enveloped in his embrace, her head on his shoulder and her legs folded into his lap. He pressed a kiss to the hollow of her collarbone chuckling slightly as he murmured, his breath tickling her ear "You know, I'm just surprised that for once I'm better at something normal than you are." His lips tickled her neck and unwillingly she shivered, relaxing into his arms. "Just another weakness I get to-" Clint pulled back, shifting her in his lap until his face was inches from hers. Smiling at her he pushed her hair back from her face and drew closer until his lips barely brushed hers, "-exploit." Natasha's lips curved against his and she closed her eyes, humming contentedly, for the moment all thoughts of the plane and the storm abandoned.