Author's Note: Idk what this is. Short and weird. Part of an AU I have in my head.
"The desire is eating me up…"
Natasha's words floated to him from across the room. He snapped his head towards her, his eyes intently focused. He felt the anticipation in his stomach. What desire?
"I just really want chocolate."
Huh? Oh, just something trivial; which was quite unlike her, really. He pondered what to say, but pondered fast, he didn't want to leave her waiting.
"Then eat some."
It was simple. Craving that needs to be satisfied + worry, good result being—satisfying the craving. Simple as that. Of course, not so simple for her, she had to watch her diet. Being an Avenger and Assassin was hard work. He knew from experience. They weren't doing that now, but they planned to go back soon, which meant watching their diet.
"Yeah, …I guess I will."
She shot him a quick smile, then turned to go. He felt like saying something, anything, but didn't know what. She walked from the room, red hair bouncing behind her. Clint sighed, then went back to his knitting. The sunlight streamed in through the large window. The white curtain fluttered in the light breeze. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed for what felt like the thousandth time. Being in a mental ward was exasperating.