Snippet of a Something
I've got a lot of somethings on the docket and a lot of fics in progress, but here's a snippet that I just liked, so wanted to share.
Kate usually used other people like furniture, curling up on them or throwing her legs over Clint's, but Natasha had moved into her usual space on the couch and stretched out over Clint more expansively than even Kate would have.
"Um, guys," Kate said, holding the popcorn bowl hostage and ignoring the wagging dog at her feet. "Show's about to start."
It was time for the Dog Cops season finale and Clint had taken it as a given that she was joining him.
Natasha moved her legs forward four inches, taking Clint's with her and leaving just enough space for Kate to crawl behind if…
She gingerly stretched her legs out over the Black Widow's.
"You can sit all over him," Natasha said, "as long as you don't walk all over him." She reached out and tucked her fingers into the popcorn bowl for a few kernels.
It wasn't actually Clint that Kate was worried about.
"She's like a cat," Clint commented, pushing his knee up to bump Natasha, whose expression turned indulgent at the gesture. "If she lets you sit on her, she's chosen you."
Small relief.
"Or else she's secretly plotting to kill you," he just had to go and add.
He snaked his hand into the bowl and stole some popcorn with a grin.
Kate's eyes slid to the side to study Natasha with deep suspicion.
Natasha smiled.
Kate usually used other people like furniture, curling up on them or throwing her legs over Clint's, but Natasha had moved into her usual space on the couch and stretched out over Clint more expansively than even Kate would have.
"Um, guys," Kate said, holding the popcorn bowl hostage and ignoring the wagging dog at her feet. "Show's about to start."
It was time for the Dog Cops season finale and Clint had taken it as a given that she was joining him.
Natasha moved her legs forward four inches, taking Clint's with her and leaving just enough space for Kate to crawl behind if…
She gingerly stretched her legs out over the Black Widow's.
"You can sit all over him," Natasha said, "as long as you don't walk all over him." She reached out and tucked her fingers into the popcorn bowl for a few kernels.
It wasn't actually Clint that Kate was worried about.
"She's like a cat," Clint commented, pushing his knee up to bump Natasha, whose expression turned indulgent at the gesture. "If she lets you sit on her, she's chosen you."
Small relief.
"Or else she's secretly plotting to kill you," he just had to go and add.
He snaked his hand into the bowl and stole some popcorn with a grin.
Kate's eyes slid to the side to study Natasha with deep suspicion.
Natasha smiled.