Natasha knew her reputation for being a bit of a ball buster. She was a tough teacher, but those who tried, those who put in the work, they were the ones who got the rewards. She hadn't gotten to where she was by slacking off and by not putting in every single second of blood and sweat she had. Clint was every bit of carefree that she wasn't. He was spontaneous and loving and easy in the ways that she was difficult. And they worked.
She listened to him, smirking and shaking her head, her attention mostly on him but listening to the monitor as well. She cleaned the paint off, kissed him, and then she shook her head. "I'm not sure you need another gun." She needed to get out of her daily wear, ready to shuck the nice shirt and capri pants and get into bed. She was tired and he looked completely dead. Unwinding from him, she crawled across the bed to strip off her pants and shirt, finding her sleep set before she slid them over her skin. Before the children, she'd preferred to sleep without anything on. The first emergency had cured that desire and she preferred to keep something on just in case she needed to be up in a flash.
Once she had changed, she put her clothing from the day in the hamper and she grinned over at Clint. "Pajamas. Before I strip you myself."
She listened to him, smirking and shaking her head, her attention mostly on him but listening to the monitor as well. She cleaned the paint off, kissed him, and then she shook her head. "I'm not sure you need another gun." She needed to get out of her daily wear, ready to shuck the nice shirt and capri pants and get into bed. She was tired and he looked completely dead. Unwinding from him, she crawled across the bed to strip off her pants and shirt, finding her sleep set before she slid them over her skin. Before the children, she'd preferred to sleep without anything on. The first emergency had cured that desire and she preferred to keep something on just in case she needed to be up in a flash.
Once she had changed, she put her clothing from the day in the hamper and she grinned over at Clint. "Pajamas. Before I strip you myself."
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