His muscles flexed at the touch of her hand. He felt dirty and awkward but the skin on skin touch was a reminder and helped to put his feet back on the ground. He wouldn't float away, he'd always be safe as long as Natasha was there with him.
"Because you'd tell me, and I'd have made use of my boomerang arrows."
His finger ran over the notches of her spin, one at a time, carefully counting the ridges under his skin. "Don't tell Fury, about this," Clint murmered, "He doesn't need to know, right?"
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"Because you'd tell me, and I'd have made use of my boomerang arrows."
His finger ran over the notches of her spin, one at a time, carefully counting the ridges under his skin. "Don't tell Fury, about this," Clint murmered, "He doesn't need to know, right?"