So let go, let go
Who: Clint Barton and Natasha Romanova
When: 2 July, early afternoon
Where: The streets of New York
What: Two stir-crazy spies go out for some air.
Natasha sighed with relief as she and Clint left the tower. She had just needed to get out of there. As the months went by, she grew more comfortable around her teammates, but sometimes she just wanted to wring their collective necks.
She bumped her shoulder against Clint's as they walked along. It had been much too long since they had any time alone together. When he turned to look at her, she just smiled up at him. "Thank you for getting us out today. I was thirty seconds from shooting someone."
When: 2 July, early afternoon
Where: The streets of New York
What: Two stir-crazy spies go out for some air.
Natasha sighed with relief as she and Clint left the tower. She had just needed to get out of there. As the months went by, she grew more comfortable around her teammates, but sometimes she just wanted to wring their collective necks.
She bumped her shoulder against Clint's as they walked along. It had been much too long since they had any time alone together. When he turned to look at her, she just smiled up at him. "Thank you for getting us out today. I was thirty seconds from shooting someone."