a taste of italia
rating: g
characters: Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton
pairing: Natasha/Clint
summary: A moment between missions in Italy.
a taste of italia
He finds her out in the sun-drenched garden, balancing on one foot to lean over the tomato plants she's watering. For the moment that his observation can go unnoticed, he simply admires her - the curve of her back, the light on her cheekbones, the grace that walks hand in hand with her strength and ferocity.
She glances up, catching him looking, and gives him an amused grin.
"Don't get used to it, Clint," she tells him as she returns her attention to the plants. "I'm not the settling type."
He'd disagree with her on that, but not in the way she means. She may never want a house or a white picket fence or a garden of her own, but she chose to stay with him a long time ago. For that, he'll always be grateful.
He steps into the garden, bare feet sinking into the dark soil, and picks off ripe vegetables to cradle in his hands, warm and fragrant, as he follows her through the rows.
They eat the tomatoes like apples, juice running down their chins, and she laughs when he kisses her.
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