A/N: Twice in one (Australian) day! Here you go! As mentioned last chapter, if you have any prompts you'd like me to write, send them to me and I'll see what I can do :)
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Clint was lying in bed, having had just come home from a solo mission and was waiting for Natasha to return home. He'd heard all about their little get together with the other Avengers and knew of Natasha's plan to try and outdrink some of the heavyweights in the team, looking for a challenge.
His whole body ached and he groaned as he rolled over to pick up his phone from their bedside table. His hair was still damp from the torturous shower that had painfully revealed all his cuts and bruises as they stung tenderly.
Babe, I'll be home soon x
He raised a surprised eyebrow, babe? Since when did Tash start calling him pet names? Not that he objected but in all the time he'd known her, he'd never one heard her call someone an affectionate nickname. Sure, she gave everyone mocking nicknames like Bird Boy or Iron Ass, but babe?
Interesting, he thought to himself. Maybe tonight went not exactly as she had planned.
He heard the front door swing open and swing shut and he prepared himself for whatever form or shape she was in.
To his surprise, she came through the door, looking thoroughly put together.
She then noticed that he was in their bed and smiled softly at him, promptly stripping off her dress without a care in the world as he watched on amusedly. Natasha was a stickler for clean clothes in the bed only so to his surprise and true to her word, she went into the bathroom with a fresh pair of pajamas which turned out to be just one of his large tops. She emerged clean faced and teeth cleaned and he rose an eyebrow as he watched her flop onto the bed and crawl up his body until her head was nestled in the crook of his neck.
They were silent for a moment and she placed a gentle kiss on his neck, a silent acknowledge of Hi, I'm glad you're ok and I missed you. It was an unspoken rule that they check in with each other after they returned home from missions, and the fact that he hadn't spoken yet meant that his injuries were minor and were dealt with.
He couldn't hold it in any longer and wondered aloud, 'Babe?'
He could feel her burrow her head into his chest and groan before he heard he whisper threateningly, 'I could beat the shit out of you.'
He chuckled and curled his arms around her, securing her tightly against his body, settling them both in for the night.
'I know.'
A/N: Sorry it was short!
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C xx