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I love everything MASH and Clintasha so I wanted to do a story including both. This is only my second story, please review and let me know if you want more.
Natasha Romanoff had just returned to the tower after another solo mission in the middle of another politically unstable region somewhere in the world. She had showered at SHIELD HQ and just wanted to watch her favorite show and go to bed. She grabbed a pop tart as she passed through the community kitchen, glad that no one else was in there or in the adjoining living space that was shared by all the Avengers. She knew her friends meant well, but all she wasn't in the mood to answer questions and make chit chat about where she might have been. She crossed over to the elevator to take her up to her floor (each Avenger had their own) and thought about where she had left off last time she watched her show.
When she finally made it into her bedroom, she went to her dvd cabinet and searched for MASH season 5, it was always her favorite to watch after a hard mission. "Where is it?" she muttered to herself. After making sure it wasn't in her room anywhere she started making a mental list of who might have taken it, but the only one that came to mind was her partner, the only person not afraid to come into her room and touch her things, "Clint Barton."
She grabbed her pop tart and headed back up the hall to Clint's room. Letting herself in, she stopped in her tracks at the sight awaiting her. Clint was sitting up in his bed with a big bowl of popcorn next to him, and the opening scene to MASH paused on his TV.
"What took you so long?" he asked with a smirk, "the popcorn has been popped for a couple of minutes now.
"What do you think you're doing? Why do you have my dvd?" she wanted answers
"Come on Nat, I know you, you always watch this after a hard mission. Coulson called me and I had Jarvis let me know when you arrived home. I wanted to help, let me." He finished his impromptu speech by looking down at the popcorn bowl, not wanting to see her reaction if she refused him tonight.
She walked over to him and tossed her poptart onto the bed next to the bowl. He glanced up at her in time for her to reach out for his hands to tug him up. She gave him a smile and placing her arms around his neck she hugged him. His arms came up a little hesitantly to wrap around her waist while he tucked his face into her still damp hair.
"Thanks." She said into his ear before pulling away and walking to his dresser, "sweats?"
"Second drawer up, right side, tees are next to it on left." He sat back down onto the bed while she went to change.
When she came back in and joined him on the bed, he was sitting up with his back against a pillow, his head tilted back onto the bed tossing popcorn into the air to catch. She grabbed the bowl and moved over right next to him,
"Ready to start?" she asked taking a handful of popcorn. He grabbed the remote and pushed play, before settling back in and grabbing another bite. When the theme music started she let out a big sigh and muttered, "God I need this, thanks Clint."
"Anytime Nat, I'll always try to be here for you." They both knew that with their line of work there were no guarantees he could always be there right when she may need him. She just gave him a soft smile and tucked her head into the crook of his neck to start watching her show.
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