A/N: And we're back! Now that things have cleared up I'm going to try and posted things more regularly but things take time and I unfortunately have some other neglected stories, especially Clintasha ones that I need to get to, but enjoy!

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'Heyyyy there babycakes, how's my favourite girl doing?'

'What do you want?'

It was 5.00pm on a Sunday afternoon and Natasha was currently enjoying her peace and quiet whilst she drank her tea and read her book, until her obnoxious partner entered the room and plopped himself down beside her on the couch.

With a sigh, Natasha slid her bookmark on her page and placed her book on the table before turning to face Clint who, at this point in time, had the guilty/scared look on his face that appeared whenever he'd done something wrong and knew she'd be mad about it.

Clint sent her a fake smile and she raised an intimidating eyebrow at him and he started to squirm.

'Do you want some wine? You might want some-'

'Spill it Barton what have you done?'

Clint took and deep breath and jumped off the couch to perch on the armrest, looking clearly uncomfortable as he cleared his throat, 'Well, so, um you know how you lent me Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone? So yeah, I may have gotten hooked on it and this lovely afternoon I may or may not have decided to take a bath and whilst I was reading it in said bath I may or may not have dropped it and ruined it.' Clint flinched and snapped his hands up to protect his head.

Natasha froze, her eyes narrowing impossibly further, 'You what?'

Clint scrambled away and stood in the doorway, nervously looking over at her, 'I dropped your signed Harry Potter book in the bathtub.'

She took a single second to comprehend what he'd done and suddenly, she lunged off the coach to chase her already in-flight partner in a rage, 'CLINTON I WILL KILL YOU!'

His high-pitched screech echoed throughout their apartment as he scrambled away from his thoroughly pissed off partner, shouting over his shoulder in an attempt to save his ass, 'I LOVE YOU!'

'I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS!'

She angrily rounded the corner into their bedroom and came to a standstill, eyes darting around the room looking for her partner, finally coming to look above their bed where their large air conditioning vent door was slightly out of place, like it'd been closed in a rush. She smiled evilly and quickly stood up on the bed and unlatched the hinge. As she did so, Clint came tumbling out of the vent with a large crash, and in doing so, broke the bed in half.

Natasha growled in rage and tackled her boyfriend with a fierce rage. The remnants of the bed creaked and groaned as the two of them tumbled amongst the mess they had started to make of their bedroom. He rolled over defensively but Natasha was too quick as she grabbed one of their pillows and starting beating him with it.

'I can't believe you did that!'

He held his hands up as he tried to block her playful yet angry hits, 'I'm sorry babe, honestly!'

'A signed copy!'

'I know!'

'By JK Rowling!'

'I know!'

She angrily threw his pillow at the nearest wall before rolling over on top of him until she was straddling his hips and put her hands either side of his face so they were staring eye to eye.

'So, what are you going to do about it?'

'Get you a new copy?'

She cocked her head and he squealed, 'I meant a signed copy!'

'That's right, and who broke the bed?'

'I did.'

'Mhm, and who wears the pants in this place?'

'You do, most times.'

'Most times?' Her head twitched humorously.

He gulped, 'All the time.'

'That's right, now,' She rolled off of him and stood up graciously, surveying the damage they made of their room, 'We're going to need a new bed.'

Clint blew out a relief-filled breath, letting his head drop back onto the broken head board, 'Wouldn't be the first time.'

She grabbed the pillow she'd thrown at the wall at his head as she left the room, a smile slowly starting to creep onto her face.


A/N: And that's that!

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C xx