For once in their busy lives, Clint and Natasha had a day off. They had just come back from a mission, and had a day or two until they had to leave again. The agents rarely had the luxury of having time to do whatever they wanted, not working or training felt unnatural to them. Especially Clint. He sat on one side of the couch, not sure of what to do with himself. Natasha sat on the other end, calmly reading a book.
"I'm bored," Clint stated, bouncing his leg up and down rapidly.
"Well then find something to do," Natasha replied sarcastically without looking up from the paperback. "And stop bouncing your leg, I can feel it all the way over here."
Clint sighed and complied, twiddling his thumbs instead of bouncing his leg. "Watcha reading?" he asked, looking over at Natasha.
She sighed. "It's a book about the history of communism," she answered, trying to stay calm. All she wanted was to read about her mother country! Darn Americans and their annoyingness.
"You're so Russian," he stated. Natasha facepalmed. Really? Of all the things he could say, he chose that?
"If you don't shut up I will cut your hands off and you will never be able to shoot again," Natasha threatened calmly, going back to her book and turning the page.
"You woul-" was all Clint was able to get out before Natasha had a loaded gun pointed at his head while still reading. He sighed. She was always so volatile!
He huffed. "Why are you always threatening me, Tasha?" he whined.
She shut her book and glared at him, still holding up the gun. "Because you're always annoying me," she stated blankly. "And my name is Natasha, not Tasha."
Clint grinned childishly. "I specialize in annoying." Natasha got up and threw her book down on the couch, beginning to walk away. "And for the record," Clint added, "I think Tasha suits you. It's sexier." Natasha froze mid step, immediately throwing up her natural defenses and going into agent mode. She turned around slowly and narrowed her eyes.
"What did you just say?" she demanded in a low voice. If Barton had any survival skills he would deny the words that just came out of his mouth and cover them up with anything else.
Clint smiled cheekily. "I said you're sexy. Problem?"
Natasha could feel the migraine coming on. She clicked the safety off her gun and gave him a clear warning look.
"You wouldn't shoot me," Clint challenged, standing up and crossing his arms.
She fired a shot that grazed his hair and hit the wall behind him with a crack. "Try me."
"You're so mean!" he whined, pouting at her.
Natasha holstered her gun and rubbed her temples. "You are so childish and annoying. Why do I put up with you?"
Clint's smile dropped off his face. "Do you really feel that way?" he asked.
"Sometimes," she retorted truthfully.
Clint dropped his head down to his chest, and it was silent for a moment. Natasha was about to walk away when he finally spoke.
"Just tell me when," he said quietly. Natasha gave him a quizzical look that he couldn't see but knew was on her face. "Just tell me when you don't want me around, and I'll leave. I'll walk away and stop bothering you. You can go on, living whatever life you want, and I won't bother you anymore."
Natasha was speechless. What the heck was he thinking? He wouldn't just walk out on her. No. He was being stupid again.
She smiled and he looked up, unable to hide his feelings for the girl who had taken over his entire world. "I won't let you walk out on me."
Clint had a relieved look on his face. "Thank you," he whispered.
A/N- Aww, more fluff. Kinda. Clintasha fluff isn't normal fluff.
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