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Chapter 2 - The Last Weekend
Natasha woke up in Clint's arms, naked as the day she was born. She turned over to her nightstand where she turned her phone on to see what time it was. Shit. It was 8 am, they were supposed to go to the park by 9 for the full day experience.
"Clint," Natasha nudged him on his bad shoulder knowing it would shoot pain in his system. She learned early on in their non-relationship-relationship that it was the sure way of waking him up.
When he didn't budge, she pressed harder, feeling slightly guilty about it., but laughing when he snapped awake.
"Damn it, Nat," he muttered rubbing his injured shoulder. "I asked you not to do that again."
"But it's just so much fun," she smiled at him walking to her dresser and pulling on some clothes. She slowly got up from the bed and walked towards her with a smile, stealing a kiss as she put a bra on.
"You need to get dressed," she muttered against his lips.
He shook his head and pulled her closer, "make me."
She shoved him away playfully bending down to the bottom most drawer of her dresser and pulling out his Mickey shirt, the one that matched the Minnie shirt that she was planning to throw on. Clint bought them those shirts the first time that they went to Disneyland, of course it was right after making her watch all the movies that pertained to his favorite rides that he insisted she go on.
"I don't have pan-" Clint started but got cut off when she threw him a pair of cargo shorts followed by some socks. He had a drawer full of clothes in her place, just as she had one in his. Yet, Natasha was insistent that what they had did not constitute a romantic relationship.
As Clint changed, Natasha went to her attached bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth to get ready for the trip.
"You better brush your teeth, Clinton Barton," she told him, toothpaste in her mouth.
"Or what?" he replied from the bedroom.
"No kisses," Natasha said after spitting and rinsing, passing Clint on his way to her bathroom where, yes he did keep a toothbrush.
"Got it, gonna brush away," he stated.
Natasha reappeared beside him putting on a quick layer of mascara and eye liner and taking her sunblock from the valet.
"You're putting this in your pocket," she ordered him. "I don't want to burn."
"Yes ma'am," he said giving her a mock salute as he finished brushing his teeth. "You think they're all ready?"
"Pep texted me that they're all downstairs eating breakfast a minute ago," Natasha replied pulling her phone off the charger.
Natasha and Clint headed downstairs where the gang was already seated around the dining room table, Thor munching loudly on some pancakes.
"Well, well, look who finally decided to show up," Tony stated placing attention on Clint and Natasha. "And they're matching! How cute!"
"Tony!" Pepper stated kicking him under the table.
"It's good for you to join us," Maria smirked at Natasha. Natasha rolled her eyes at her dark haired friend as she took a seat next to Clint who handed her the plate of bacon.
It was agreed upon that they would take the beat up van to Disneyland so that they would all fit, it was Maria's, and she had been driving the van around since she was in high school. They all piled into the van and got to Disneyland breezing through security like all the locals as the tourists lined up and waited for minutes.
"Happiest place on Earth!" Jane exclaimed coming up to the entrance of Disneyland where, as locals, they also knew which lines they could easily breeze through. Once inside the park, the gang moved to main street.
"Split up and meet back here in three hours?" Tony suggested as per their usual gig. The gang usually split up to explore the park with their significant others first then met up to ride the rides that they all loved.
They all nodded their heads in agreement.
Tony smiled putting a hand out in the circle. "Alright on three, team break!"
Clint put his hand on top on Tony's, the one clutching Natasha's hand which forced Natasha to play along. The other's followed suit.
"One, two three..." Tony counted down.
"Break!" they all responded and laughed, going their separate ways.
Clint turned to Natasha as the other couples dispersed. "So, Miss Romanoff, what do you want to do today?"
"Dole whip," Natasha replied taking his hand in hers again. "Then... it's up to you."
Clint grinned. "Lead the way, my lady!"
They were there until the park closed on midnight, riding rides, eating caramel apples, and just enjoying their last weekend with their friend. With the current situation overseas and the dangerous job that Clint had, they all knew that there was a possibility that the next time they saw him it would be in a casket. They didn't want to think about it, but that was a possibility.
Something that Natasha thought about as the night ended.
They were at the boys' house, sitting at the private beach the boys had in the back of their house. Howard Stark only allowed his son to have roommates, only on the condition that they would still get top of the line everything.
Everyone was around the massive bonfire, drinking and telling stories, but Natasha who had been happier during the day started to become more solemn as time passed by.
"What's wrong?" Clint asked flopping down on the bark next to Natasha.
"It's nothing," she shrugged.
"It's not nothing," he insisted. "Tell me."
"It's just… you'll be busy tomorrow with preparing and all that stuff to leave," she started making sure that no part of her body touches his. She had to start pushing him away, she knew that the chances of seeing him again after the weekend was moot.
"Yeah, probably will be busy until Monday night when we have that dinner."
She nodded her head. "I'll probably never see you after this weekend."
"Tash..."
"It's true, I'm moving to New York and you'll be there… and when you come back… you'll be here and I'll be in New York."
"Look Natasha, will you stop talking like this?"
"Like what?"
"Like I'm not going to fucking see you ever again! You know I would do whatever the fuck I can to –"
"To what? See your old pal, Natasha?" she said, her voice raising a bit. The others looked at them, quieting down.
Clint stood up and grabbed her hand dragging her up. "Hey, excuse us for a moment, alright?"
"Yeah, you do what you want," Tony stated turning his attention back to the group and urging Thor to continue the story he was telling them something about a European animal he referred to as a Bildshnipe.
Clint dragged Natasha away from the group, going more than three hundred yards away. He sat down on the sand and pulled her down with him.
"Now will you tell me what this is about? You know I wouldn't just-"
"Why? Why wouldn't you?" Natasha responded, her arms waiving. "It's not like we're together!"
Clint sighed, running a hand through his hair. "No, it's not like we're together."
"You act like that's… you agreed with me that it would be better this way!"
"No, Natasha, you wanted it this way and I just didn't disagree."
Natasha scoffed, "You have no obligation to talk to me. To keep in touch, why should I believe that you will?"
"I've gone on deployments before," he stated with a sigh. "I've talked to you every waking moment that I could. We talked every fucking day…"
"Yeah, but that was when …"
"When what? When we were friends?!"
"Look, all I'm saying is that..."
Clint shook his head. "No, I get it. I won't fucking bother you ever again."
Clint took off to the bonfire leaving Natasha where they fought.
He walked to the bonfire and grabbed the bottle of Jack in the cooler, forgoing the shot glass. He opened the bottle and took a chug, proceeding to take a chug one after another.
"Whoa buddy, slow down," Steve said stepping up to Clint and putting a hand to the bottle to take it away. He made eye contact with Maria who was not as drunk as Stark or Thor.
"What happened?" Maria asked him looking back where Natasha was still sitting. From her silhouette, she could tell that the other woman her face in her hands.
"Hey man," Clint protested as Steve pulled the bottle from him, spilling some on the sand in the process.
"You need to stop, you're reporting in tomorrow!" Steve berated him.
"Let me have my last night of fun here," Clint stated pulling the bottle from Steve's grasp, but he was too clumsy.
Pepper stepped over to Maria and Jane walked over to them as well whispering in the way that drunk people do.
"What do you think happened?" Pepper whispered to Maria as they turned and looked at Natasha who was dusting the sand off of her as if she wasn't surrounded by sand at the beach. She turned to walk towards them, and Clint saw her at the corner of his eye.
"Sorry to cut this celebration short but… I gotta, uhm," Clint stuttered watching as Natasha's figure came closer. "I gotta go. I gotta report in early as shit tomorrow."
The boys protested as they watched Clint turn and walk towards the house.
"I'll see you all tomorrow!" Clint shouted back at them.
The girls looked over at Natasha who just joined the crew, grabbing the bottle from Steve's hand and drinking straight from the bottle much like Clint had moments before.
"Something definitely happened," Jane said in her drunk whisper to Pepper and Maria. The three ladies nodded and watched as Natasha down the last half of the bottle.
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