Chapter VII
Prompt: Choose Your Own
Word Choice: Labor
The cool, short days of Autumn came early that year. Crisp leaves danced in the air, and landed gently on the frosted ground. It was a simple sight to see, but Clint found it mesmerizing.
He began to rake the leaves on the first Sunday of September. Nat was waiting for him in the break room, and they then chatted the rest of the morning away.
More fallen leaves decorated the lawn of Headquarters a week later. Nat offered to help. Clint didn't decline; the chore was done faster that way.
There was a sudden burst of laughter and giggles when Clint tripped and fell into a giant pile of leaves. She helped him up, and then aided him in cleaning up the mess.
A/N: ... And that is it! This was really fun to do! Although, a bit of a challenge. The prompts weren't my favorite, and I could have done better, I'd admit, but it still went well.