Disclaimer: We don't own marvel, or a ninja remote. Soon.
A/n this is based off the real and current need for a cure, for the candy crush addiction.
She lay on top of the sheets of their bed, massaging her wounded leg. She had been ordered to stay home due to the injury, and Clint had been assigned to stay with her, make sure she didn't hurt it any further. So far, she was extremely bored. The archer wasn't much help, he claimed to be busy with something else in the other room.
"MUGHGUGGHH"
She was startled out of her reverie by the sound of Clint, yelling like he was being attacked; an angry yell.
"Clint?"
She was grudgingly getting up to check on him when he didn't respond. It was then that she heard the distinct sound of something hitting the wall, something small.
She hobbled faster.
She slammed open the door to see Clint standing with the most outraged face she'd seen in a while. His fists clenched and unclenched as he glared at a small electronic device lying in a pile of a thousand pieces on the floor.
"Clint..?" She asked timidly.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS! WHY CAN'T IT JUST STOP BEING LIKE THAT!
IT'S FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE. I HOPE IT CRAWLS IN A HOLE AND DIES." he yelled at the pieces on the floor Natasha now recognised was his phone.
She could honestly say she had no idea what he was talking about. For all she knew, it was something serious, something personal or even traumatizing. For that reason and that reason only, she took it slow.
"Clint.. May I ask what's making you so furious?"
He looked her dead in the eyes, entirely serious,
"Fucking. Candy. Crush."
She choked back her laugh, finding she couldn't look at his serious face as she spoke.
"Candy crush.. That's very well worth throwing your phone against a wall, Clint." Her cheeks stung in result of not allowing herself to smile.
The Archer looked appalled.
"Have you ever even played it!?"
She shook her head, giving up on holding in the laughter.
"IT MESSES WITH YOUR MIND, NATASHA. IT'S EVIL."
She stopped short, noting how easily he spoke to her about evilly messing with ones mind. Quickly, she tried to overlook it.
She smirked at the stupidity of the whole thing.
"Is it really that bad?"
He grabbed her phone from the other room and immediately downloaded the game, handing it over to her reverently.
"You're about to join a cult."
By the end of the widow's mandatory bed rest, they both had a need for new phones and some sever anger management counseling.
Fucking candy crush.