Post-Canon: New Zealand, with Clint - Vacation

[redintheledger]

Natasha has a beach cottage, a damn comfortable couch, and a book (Japanese, all magical realism and folklore). There is also a glass of wine on the coffee table, a cushion underneath her head, and a Russian metal a cappella band on the stereo.

She is feeling decadent.

Moderately decadent, anyway; it's not as if she and Clint have pulled one of their 'let's book out the honeymoon suite' stunts. This is a perfectly nice, perfectly modest little cottage they've rented, and she's feeling relaxed enough that she only has a knife strapped to her shin underneath her jeans.

All she is really missing is a Clint, but she's not going to actively worry about him unless he doesn't turn up in the next hour.

Comments

[redintheledger]

"It might be important."

She'll take notes!

[hasthehighground]

"Coulson's assistant was telling me they teach college classes on this stuff, now," Clint laughs. Thus the totally-a-hamlet-ripoff "But sure thing."

[redintheledger]

She smiles, soft and amused. "I don't think I need to go that fair."

[hasthehighground]

"Yeah," he says, smiling back at her, and tapping her in the leg with his foot. "You wouldn't want to be a geek."

He pulls a joking face.

[redintheledger]

She shudders slightly.

"Too much research."

[hasthehighground]

Clint laughs.

Natasha doesn't think about anything normally. He kind of likes it, but he's not likely to tell her.

[redintheledger]

He's possibly mocking her, but it's Clint, so all she does is roll her eyes to let him know that she's aware he's laughing at her, and tuck a smile away in the corner of her mouth.

Foolish man.

Not that she'd change him for the world.