Hey guys, this is just something I wrote during math today. It's kinda OOC now that I look at it...I think. Idk, but it sounded it a lot better in my notebook. Either way, hope you like it. (It's kinda short, but whatever)
Natasha looked up from her laptop when she heard the door slam. Clint walked in a few seconds later. He smiled when he saw Natasha. Even in a tank top and sweat pants with her hair pulled messily into a bun she was a sight for sore eyes. Clint walked over an plopped down on the couch next to her, pressing a kiss to her temple. Natasha looked up and quickly pecked him on the lips.
"Hey. You look tired," Natasha commented with a smirk playing on her lips.
Clint scoffed while shifting into a more comfortable position next to her. "No shit, Tasha," he said after getting comfortable. He rested his chin on her shoulder and looked at her screen. "What are you working on?" he asked.
"Just finishing up some reports for Fury." Natasha glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "What have you been up to?"
Clint groaned. "You know exactly what I've been 'up to,'" he answered.
Natasha had to smile at that. She looked away from her laptop for a second and turned to Clint. "So how were the rookies?"
Clint buried his face in her shoulder. "Do you have to ask?" He had been forced to look after the rookies that today when they couldn't find anyone else to do it after the regular person called in sick unexpectedly. Clint's patience was normally endless, but he had next to no patience when it came to dealing with rookies. They were always so cocky and thought they knew everything.
Natasha nudged him with her shoulder. "Come on, Clint. It couldn't have been that bad," she said, rolling her eyes.
Clint leaned back against the couch. "They were obnoxious as usual. And you can't even be in the same room as them without exploding so I wouldn't be talking Nat."
Natasha rolled her eyes again and turned her attention back to the laptop. While she finished typing her report, Clint got up and went to go change out of his S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform.
By the time he got back, Natasha had finished her report and was starting to look over it before sending it to Fury.
"When's that due?" Clint asked as he sat down again.
Natasha paused in her reading, "At the end of the week." Seeing the look he gave her, she added, "Unlike you, some people don't like to procrastinate and wait until the last minute to do things."
Clint chuckled and shook his head. "Whatever, Tasha." He watched her read over her work, and fix a few things here and there before leaning over and resting his head on her chest. "You almost done with that?" Clint asked.
"Yeah. I've got about half of it left," Natasha answered, only half paying attention to him. She rested her chin on top of his head and ran her fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp while she quickly fixed up her report.
She finally finished it and sent it to Fury after 15 minutes. Looking down, she realized that Clint had fallen asleep with his head still on her chest. Shaking her head with a smile, Natasha turned off her laptop and put it to the side. She continued stroking his hair and running her fingers through it, eventually falling asleep herself.
So...how OOC would you say that was?