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"Whatcha watching Hawkeye?'' Natasha asked, walking into Clint's nest with a bowl of popcorn.
He was staring at the TV, watching something with a...pool?
"Ah just the Olympics, swimming's on right now." He said without taking his eyes away.
It had been days! She or any other Avengers hadn't seen their birdy team mate.
Natasha sat down, allowing herself to have a small break from training. It would be good for her she told herself.
Clint was staring at tall guys, slapping the chests, and spiting water. Wow.
"Oh. Who's that guy?" She noticed all the guys had their swim spandex way to low.
"That's Ryan Lochte. And the guy next to him is Michael Phelps, he's good. This guy has a wingspan longer then his own body, he's amazing!" Clint said clearly impressed by this guy. Natasha couldn't help but enjoy Clint like this.
"Wingspan? Really Clint!?"
"He does! Besides Phelps has more medals then anyone! Like in the world!"
"Ooo, Barton's got a man crush!" Natasha said laughing, hitting Clint playfully on the shoulder.
"Do not!" He shot back, throwing a few popcorn kernels.
"Whatever..."
The race was about to start...
"On your mark...BEEP!
And they were off.
"GO PHELPS! GO PHELPS!" Barton yelled on the top of his lungs. Running around to his "nest" of a bed, jumping on it with his arms waving up in the air.
It was over before it had started. Ryan had won the gold, and Phelps hadn't looked the least bit happy about it.
"How do you like him now? Ha. Ha. Looks like your crush lost."
"Psst, he can do better. He'll have other races." But Hawkeye didn't look too happy. "Umm let's change it to NBCSports!"
Natasha found the remote and hit 38.
Nothing would have prepare her for what came next.
"ARCHERY!"
"I swear! Men and their sports. I'll never get it. Ever." Natasha said throwing a pillow at Clint then walking out of the room.
A note...
Just a little one-shot I made up for the 2012 Olympics. Hope you like!
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Hazel Carratello:)