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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[hasthehighground]

It's only 20 minutes later when Clint comes back. His walk on the beach was sidetracked through a series of stores, so when he double-taps a knock and unlocks the door, he's drinking out of a small bottle of milk and has a plastic bag over his arm.

(In it is Nutella, animal crackers, a loaf of bread, and peanut butter. Provisions!)

"Hey, pretty lady," he says, glancing to her with a grin as he closes the door. "What're you up to?"