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.

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[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.