For a moment Natasha wondered if he was using ‘boomerangs’ as a metaphor, the way they always found their way back to each other, but she quickly brushed it off. This was Clint, he wasn’t big on metaphors and most likely meant it just exactly as it sounded; he was merely talking about boomerangs.
Closing her eyes at the brief kiss, Natasha smiled again as she rested her chin on his chest. Sometimes they didn’t need words.
“Get rid of him for good?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow. “That’s very ominous sounding, Barton.” She didn’t get to press him further, though, because he said something that, were she one of those mushy women who read romance novels, she might have describes as making her heart melt.
He needed her.
Plenty of people in her life had wanted her, even more just wanted to use her, but nobody had ever needed her before, no one had ever needed her, demons and red ledger and all. “Just try getting rid of me,” she said, leaning up to press a kiss to his chin before snuggling closer, if that was at all possible.
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Closing her eyes at the brief kiss, Natasha smiled again as she rested her chin on his chest. Sometimes they didn’t need words.
“Get rid of him for good?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow. “That’s very ominous sounding, Barton.” She didn’t get to press him further, though, because he said something that, were she one of those mushy women who read romance novels, she might have describes as making her heart melt.
He needed her.
Plenty of people in her life had wanted her, even more just wanted to use her, but nobody had ever needed her before, no one had ever needed her, demons and red ledger and all. “Just try getting rid of me,” she said, leaning up to press a kiss to his chin before snuggling closer, if that was at all possible.