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Note: Because studying makes me want to do other things.
Sleep.
An Avengers Oneshot.
Written by Pandora's Lie.
It was times like these that made Clint wonder how think the line was between 'friend' and 'potential stalker.' (Not that there was anything wrong with watching the woman who currently has him wrapped around her finger sleep, right?)
He knew that awake, Sydney was a sight for sore eyes, all kind smiles and heartwarming laughter. He never could get enough of the way her big blue eyes would light up whenever a member of the team would walk through the door, or how she would grin in triumph every time she managed to pull Tony and Hank out from wherever they had been hiding to eat a real meal ("Tony, you hired me to make sure no one who lives in this mansion dies of starvation, that includes you." "Shrinking down to the size of an ant and eating cracker crumbs does not count as a lunch.") Or the way she blushed, the red creeping up from her collar and ending only when it reached the tips of her ears, when someone complemented her cooking.
But asleep he couldn't help but stare at the way her long, dark eyelashes brushed against tan cheeks, hair fanning out across the table. He had never seen her look so young, so at peace. He briefly let himself wonder what it would be like to wake up to this sight every day before shaking his head. Dwelling on "maybe's" and "what if's" had never been his thing and he sure wasn't going to start now.
How much time had passed before he managed to pull himself away from the doorway (away from her) and head back to his room was beyond him, but if the crick in his neck and the numbness in his legs was anything to go by, it had been longer he would have both liked and been socially acceptable. He gave her one last look, ignoring the longing he felt in favor of forcing his feet to move in the opposite direction.
The fact that he'd gone back not five minutes to cover her with his spare (only)blanket was one one's business but his own.
