That cuddly side was something forbidden to her, had always been forbidden unless she was playing the part of an enchanted mistress or lover. She played parts too well that she often fell into a pattern of believing the never ending string of lies.
More questions. She scrunched her face up, burying herself in his fisted shirt. She'd probably pull it out of shape but hell she knew it have about ten of the same. "Yes." She mumbled. Damn so it still hadn't gone away. She huffed a sigh, pulling away from him to rub at her eyes. The hour sleep made her feel worse, the strain of her muscles, the aches of the bruises.
"Both" She nodded, managing to open eyes to stare at him lazily, stretching out limbs, mindful that she was still pressed close to his side. "Boots" She mumbled, still hazy, still fighting off the urge to flop back down and wrap herself in the human blanket that was Clint. Instead she fought off the urge to nuzzle back into him, sitting up with a wince and reaching to start the task of unbuckling the boots, managing to wrench one off her foot with a content sigh, toes wiggling.
"Hate you boots" Oh yeah she was pretty groggy, considering she was berating her choice of footwear as if the boots had magically crept onto her feet without her noticing. Getting one off was half the chore, flopping back down and curling back into him. "Ugh when we get back you can do the debriefing. I can't go through a five hour stand off with Fury and all his questions".
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More questions. She scrunched her face up, burying herself in his fisted shirt. She'd probably pull it out of shape but hell she knew it have about ten of the same. "Yes." She mumbled. Damn so it still hadn't gone away. She huffed a sigh, pulling away from him to rub at her eyes. The hour sleep made her feel worse, the strain of her muscles, the aches of the bruises.
"Both" She nodded, managing to open eyes to stare at him lazily, stretching out limbs, mindful that she was still pressed close to his side. "Boots" She mumbled, still hazy, still fighting off the urge to flop back down and wrap herself in the human blanket that was Clint. Instead she fought off the urge to nuzzle back into him, sitting up with a wince and reaching to start the task of unbuckling the boots, managing to wrench one off her foot with a content sigh, toes wiggling.
"Hate you boots" Oh yeah she was pretty groggy, considering she was berating her choice of footwear as if the boots had magically crept onto her feet without her noticing. Getting one off was half the chore, flopping back down and curling back into him. "Ugh when we get back you can do the debriefing. I can't go through a five hour stand off with Fury and all his questions".