not-OOM: With Natasha in Milliways, post-cells

[hasthehighground]

Clint hasn't been hanging out in the cells today, beyond a brief pit-stop in the morning to say hi. He knows she gets let out and, frankly, probably doesn't want him there while she talks to Security about what she promises her best behavior going forth.

He wouldn't want her there, at least. She might laugh at him.

Instead, he has the table closest to the exit from the hallways to the Security office, with a book he's reading and headphones he's not actually listening to. He's just not really interested in talking to anyone other than Nat.

And a pair of purple headphones won't dissuade her.

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[hasthehighground]

Hugs he can do.

Clint wraps his other arm around her, bent at the elbow so his forearm lays up along her spine, keeping her close.

His breathing is quiet, and purposefully steady.

[redintheledger]

Her breathing is stuttered, shaking, missing beats and then catching up by being too rapid.

Eventually, though, it evens out in time to his, and she shifts her head against his shoulder.

"Think I win the 'who has the craziest ex' pool at HQ yet?" She asks, voice rougher than normal. It's a joke.

Kinda.

[hasthehighground]

"You're definitely in the running," Clint says, turning his head slightly to press a kiss into her hair. "Lynette from Acquisitions, though...."

It's hard to compete with a story that includes tesla coils.

[redintheledger]

Natasha's laugh is a faint thing, but it's a step up from her almost-sobs of before.

"Point."

[hasthehighground]

He breathes a quiet laugh into her hair.

Somewhere downstairs, the Winter Soldier is going about his business.

Outside the door, there's a world always two steps away from disaster.

But they can stay here as long as they need to.