Warnings: none
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: humour, fluff | Smut: none
Word count: 1259 | Status: complete
Perhaps it was her paranoid nature, but sometimes when Clint went out, Natasha would follow him. She convinced herself it wasn’t so much spying as surveillance - something could happen and he might need back-up. Though if she were completely honest with herself, she was just worried about something happening to Clint. This feeling of dread had only intensified since they graduated from being partners in the strictly professional sense to being partners in the romantic sense as well. Keeping herself concealed proved difficult at times - Clint hadn’t earned the nickname “Hawkeye” for nothing.My comment: Looking for cute fluff? This will definitely do ;) Drunk and dumbass Clint does what a drunk and dumbass Clint do right? ;)
Tonight, Clint was holed up at his favorite dive in Bed-Stuy with a bug that she had sewn into the collar of his shirt. Three floors above the bar, Natasha was listening in to everything he said - which consisted of ordering beer after beer. A couple pigeons were keeping her company as she sat in the dark, dusty storage space. Through the earpiece she could hear the muffled din of the bar’s jukebox playing what Clint considered “real music.” Considering the place still had a jukebox was telling of its status among other New York bars. Natasha was pretty sure that the owner hadn’t added any music to the jukebox since 1979.
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