Fake!PFSB for Natasha
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hasthehighgroundFollowing on from this post.
In the rafter over her head, there's a guy in civvies reading a book (something old, battered, and by Louis L'amour) and drinking coffee out of a thermos.
Not that she doesn't know that-- one thing he likes about Natasha is that she can be trusted to look up. It's been a long couple days; it's nice to just relax. Clint figures they'll actually talk when he gets a refill, or if she gets bored.
In the rafter over her head, there's a guy in civvies reading a book (something old, battered, and by Louis L'amour) and drinking coffee out of a thermos.
Not that she doesn't know that-- one thing he likes about Natasha is that she can be trusted to look up. It's been a long couple days; it's nice to just relax. Clint figures they'll actually talk when he gets a refill, or if she gets bored.
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Date: 2012-05-09 02:39 pm (UTC)He pauses the movie, and puts his makeshift plate on the table. He nudges her leg, slightly, and slides carefully to fill in the him-sized space on the couch. Bruises suck.
Not enough to stop him from shifting to kiss her, hand to her chin. Firm, but more gently than not because, god knows, he's not the only one here with bruises.
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Date: 2012-05-09 02:48 pm (UTC)She had a moment of tension, of I've been compromised running through her mind.
But hasn't she, in the end, been compromised by him since she accepted his offer of redemption?
She curls her hand around the back of his neck, and kisses him back. The sheer gentleness is unnerving, even as it also calms her, steadies her heart.
When the kiss breaks, she leans her head against his, and just spends a moment breathing.
He's here. He's not under Loki's spell. He's here, and she curves her hand around his arm just to make sure.
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Date: 2012-05-09 03:16 pm (UTC)He gave away her secrets, and he still can't find it in himself to tell her. Not now, not-- yet. Loki's not a current threat.
"Hey," he says to her, in the quiet. "You never told me how you got your intel on cartoons."
He has no idea how to reassure her, so. Next best option.
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Date: 2012-05-09 03:28 pm (UTC)"Got asked to mind the neighbour's kids once, a few years back. I thought the TV would distract them. It was...illuminating."
Pause.
"So, sometimes, I...turn on the TV in the mornings and...watch in morbid fascination."
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Date: 2012-05-09 03:40 pm (UTC)Despite that, Clint's well aware even now that 24 hours ago he wouldn't have hesitated in this position. Same Natasha, same Clint (Loki-bound, but same brain same instincts same memories, just totally other). He can still see the thought patterns even though they're not the ones he's settled in.
It rattles him.
"I'll have to keep that in mind," he says, and presses his lips against the corner of her smile.
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Date: 2012-05-09 03:44 pm (UTC)She kisses him instead, brief and not quite so gentle.
"Let's go some place. Once he's gone. Let's just...take off some place for a few weeks."
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Date: 2012-05-09 03:53 pm (UTC)The boss won't mind. Probably. If he does, ... Clint's just about ready to say 'tough'.
"Hate t'say it, 'Tasha," he says, straightening up from her and covering a yawn with his hand, "but if you give me like two more minutes I'm going to pass out, here."
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Date: 2012-05-09 03:56 pm (UTC)"Good thing we rented a room with an actual bed, then."
She's too wired to sleep, but she can curl up next to him and be still for a while.
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Date: 2012-05-09 04:06 pm (UTC)"I love it when we think ahead," he agrees, breathing out a laugh.
He stands, snagging his muffin to set on the bedside table as a waking-up snack, and grins at her, traipsing backwards and bedwards until he hits the side, tosses the muffin lightly and accurately to the bedside table, and flops backwards.
Give him a moment, he'll regain his dignity.
Any second now.
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Date: 2012-05-09 04:14 pm (UTC)"Unless you want to sleep with a knife in your back."
Unlike Natasha, who is sensibly taking off her weapons and her belt, putting some away in the drawer. Leaving out her gun, within very easy and automatic reach.
It's not paranoia if people really do want to kill you.
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Date: 2012-05-09 04:23 pm (UTC)He's really not very armed, compared to her. One gun, on his dresser, and a couple of knives. (And his utility knife, of course, but that doesn't really count as a weapon. Except when it does.)
The holsters get tucked into the drawer, as do the knives. Have you ever got grasping for a weapon on the bed side table and damn near cut your fingers off? Clint hasn't, but that's because he learns from other people's mistakes.
He moves the pillows out, and lays down, watching her. Louis L'amour's on the coffee table, but if she'd wanted him she would've picked him up.
Also, he's not really feeling like sleeping under the covers at the moment, but there's a loose blanket if Natasha wants it.
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Date: 2012-05-09 04:28 pm (UTC)"Ohhhh, god. Remind me to tell Stark that I've found something better than his couch," she says, talking into the mattress.
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Date: 2012-05-09 04:36 pm (UTC)He yawns, and blinks a few times, before turning his head towards her and smiling.
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Date: 2012-05-09 04:41 pm (UTC)"Although Pepper might hunt me down," she muses, and then wriggles her way so she's closer to him. There, Clint, your arm is being claimed as a pillow.
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Date: 2012-05-09 11:30 pm (UTC)He's totally cool with being a pillow. It's his second calling.
Pretty soon after, he drops off smoothly into sleep.
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Date: 2012-05-10 06:43 am (UTC)If anyone wants to mess with Clint, they are going to have to come through her.