“You’re probably right,” Clint replied, tucking his free hand behind his head. If Stark was bored enough he might even want to be involved in the shopping spree; if not, he would probably insist on seeing her in each outfit when back at the tower when she was done. “Maybe you should get Pepper to take you instead. That way she can approve of the outfits and tell him to stuff it if he wants to see them too.”
Not that Clint really wanted to give up his position of opinion giver and glorified bag carrier, but maybe it would be good for Natasha to get out and do something normal with another woman. Pepper could definitely keep Tony in line, but she wasn’t an alpha like Natasha, and like a lot of the agents of SHIELD fancied themselves to be. He had the distinct feeling that there was a reason his partner didn’t have female friends, and it started with dominance and competition.
His stomach muscles twitched when she prodded him, followed by his whole body tensing slightly at her words. He hadn’t exactly needed the reminder of what she had said, especially with how close and intimate they were laying at the moment. Did he have a burning question? He had many, several of which were directly related to that confession. Mostly he wanted to ask why she had never acted on it. Was it for the same reasons as him? Well, not at the beginning, because before he had gotten to know her, before they had grown close, he assumed that if he even thought of trying anything she might just kill him. As their partnership, their friendship, grew and blossomed, though, it became more about not wanting to risk what they had for some physical satisfaction. Maybe they could have done the whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing, but how long before that wasn’t enough?
As bad as her admission had been there was always worse, she just couldn’t see it, maybe because she didn’t feel it. He could have just as easily joked around about love, and that was an answer he didn’t want to hear because hearing her say she could never love him, or however she chose to phrase it, was not so easily laughed off.
“Nah, nothing really,” he said after a long pause. “Just don’t wanna stick my foot in my mouth again. Besides, Fury will want to know how long it lasts.”
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Not that Clint really wanted to give up his position of opinion giver and glorified bag carrier, but maybe it would be good for Natasha to get out and do something normal with another woman. Pepper could definitely keep Tony in line, but she wasn’t an alpha like Natasha, and like a lot of the agents of SHIELD fancied themselves to be. He had the distinct feeling that there was a reason his partner didn’t have female friends, and it started with dominance and competition.
His stomach muscles twitched when she prodded him, followed by his whole body tensing slightly at her words. He hadn’t exactly needed the reminder of what she had said, especially with how close and intimate they were laying at the moment. Did he have a burning question? He had many, several of which were directly related to that confession. Mostly he wanted to ask why she had never acted on it. Was it for the same reasons as him? Well, not at the beginning, because before he had gotten to know her, before they had grown close, he assumed that if he even thought of trying anything she might just kill him. As their partnership, their friendship, grew and blossomed, though, it became more about not wanting to risk what they had for some physical satisfaction. Maybe they could have done the whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing, but how long before that wasn’t enough?
As bad as her admission had been there was always worse, she just couldn’t see it, maybe because she didn’t feel it. He could have just as easily joked around about love, and that was an answer he didn’t want to hear because hearing her say she could never love him, or however she chose to phrase it, was not so easily laughed off.
“Nah, nothing really,” he said after a long pause. “Just don’t wanna stick my foot in my mouth again. Besides, Fury will want to know how long it lasts.”