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The Domestic Meme

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THE LIST!
01] baby
Suddenly, there's a new addition to your family! Are you expecting? Adopting? Struggling to find the perfect name for your child? Or maybe you're up at a ridiculous hour in the morning because they're crying like crazy.

02] just married
Congratulations! You and your loved (?) one are about to start a whole new life together! It's time for the honeymoon...

03] house hunting
Are you seeking out an apartment? A dream house? Or just any old place, as long as you're with your other? Make sure to weigh your options very carefully...

04] household chores
It's time to clean/cook/garden/take care of something! Do you work together, or does one of you hide until everything is done?

05] shopping
Whether it's for furniture, groceries, or something in between, shopping is something that everybody must do at some point in time! What varies is if they like it or not.

06] family vacation
WE'RE OFF TO DIDNEY WOOOOOOOOORL or wherever
... well, as long as the kids are happy, right...? You may not be happy (or maybe you are), but it's mainly about ~family bonding~.

07] romantic retreat
It's you and your loved one's anniversary, and you decide it's time to take some time off and take them somewhere nice, where you only have each other.

08] comfort
Is somebody sick in bed? Or perhaps they just had a bad day? Sometimes, a good breakfast in bed or a home-cooked meal can really lift the spirits! Or perhaps you want to try medicine, or laughter, or something else?

09] pet
Suddenly, you have another addition to the family! Is it a puppy? A kitty? A fierce dragon? Whatever it is, make sure to give it a name and to take good care of it!

10] holiday
Happy birthday/New Years/Christmas/Valentine's Day/whatever! It's a very special day that only comes once a year, so make it count!

11] argument
Oh, no, who left the stove on... Or maybe it's about why they were out late last night? Either way, there is a lot of tension today, and one of you may or may not be sleeping on the couch tonight.

12] making up
It's time to make amends for that fight/divorce/whatever you had before! After all, you love each other... right?

13] surprise, surprise
You are feeling rather loving tonight, so you want to remind the other person how much you cherish and appreciate them... if it's by something cute and adorable or hot and sexy is completely up to you.

14] proposal
~~SHUT UP THIS TOTALLY FITS~~ You've been with your other for what feels like forever, and finally you want to tie the knot with them. Will you go down on one knee before them, or get a little creative?

15] other
I know I'm forgetting like a bajillion and one different things here, so this is the option for that!

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She had managed to win a laugh, but it was painfully obvious that his heart wasn’t in it. Laying her head against his shoulder she continued to rub his back soothingly, just letting him hold her if that was what he needed.

“I know,” she said, and she would have preferred the same. Taking a deep breath she tried to harder her resolve. “This is our job, Clint, it’s how our lives have always been. We can’t let what we have now affect that.” To do so would only prove their fraternization rules correct, that a relationship between two agents was impossible without affecting how they acted on the job.

He wasn't asking for anything to change when it came down to their jobs. He understood that, he'd been happy to go along with it, but four months. That was a long time to be without each other, it wasn't even the timeframe, it was the fact that there was to be no contact. It wasn't like he could just call her up to hear her voice or watch her over a computer screen. He wouldn't be there if the mission went south, he wouldn't get that chance.

"It's not about that.." He pulled away slowly to shrug a shoulder, hands raising to stroke the wet hair from her face, fingers pressing softly against the sides of her face. "It's not about your company, it's not about the fact that I can't be with you, it's the fact that it's a complete cut off. I'm more annoyed at Fury for giving you this than you for taking it." Fury knows Clint took everything as hard blows, Coulson, the Loki business, the shit that followed. And yet here he was, taking away the only thing that kept him so grounded.

"It's fine, I have to be fine, I can't change it so I have to get over it." He was so neutral about it that it hurt to spit the words out.

She looked up at him when he pulled away, his hands moving to either side of her face.

“I get it,” she said, her own hands sliding down his arms to rest just below his wrists. She felt the same way. Having no contact, not being able to at least check in to make sure Clint was okay, would be almost unbearable. I’m sure he wouldn’t be sending me if there was anyone else that fit the job.”

Was that true, thought? What if this was some sort of test to see if Clint could handle the separation? Could he still do his job without her around as his crutch? If she knew him at all, and she knew that she did, Natasha was sure he would request any mission going while she was gone just to keep himself busy and distracted.

The words didn’t help either, they just seemed to be further evidence of him trying to convince himself of something he didn’t believe.

“Promise me something,” she said, her hands tightening slightly on his arms. “Promise me you will be careful. If you take a job, don’t be reckless. I want you in one piece when I get back.”

Clint nodded but he himself wasn't so sure. Surely Fury wasn't so blind to see that they were pretty much attached to each other since the incident, their Director was a busy man, but he wasn't stupid.

He looked down to her fingers on his arms, raising them back up to meet hers and smiled slowly. "Y'know I was thinking of taking up a really dangerous hobby while you were gone, you've just blown that out the water." Weak attempt at a joke, but his smile dropped and he was nodding again, thumbs stroking over her cheekbones. "When have you ever known me to be wreckless Nat? I'm a watcher. But I promise."

Natasha rolled her eyes at his joke, not sure whether to appreciate the attempt at humour or berate him for brushing off her concerns. Fortunately for Clint he decided to give her a truthful answer as well and made his promise. Pushing up onto the balls of her feet, she pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Good,” she said. With one last quick kiss she pulled down gently on his arms to get him to let her go before reaching around him for the bottle of shampoo. As much as she would prefer to just stay here and hold him until they were both shriveled prunes she knew she had to get ready soon if she was going to make it to base on time.

He smiled slightly into the kiss, dropping hands when she prompted him too and watched her, eyebrow raised. "I know I've said this before, but the same goes to you. You're more likely to dive head long into a firefight rather than me."

He took the shampoo bottle from her, nudged her back with the touch of his hip and poured some into his hands. "Turn around and close your eyes. If this is the last time I shower with you for four months then I'm in control."

She couldn’t exactly argue his point, not that she would concede it either. Clint preferred to keep his distance, which made him a much harder target, while Natasha was always right in the thick of things. In the end, her missions, and even her part in their shared missions, always ended up more dangerous than his.

“It’s not that kind of mission,” she said, and she hoped that remained the truth. She just had to play the good little secretary, gain her boss’s trust, and gather all the information she could on his entire racket. Hopefully she could be out of there before he even realised anything was wrong.

“So demanding,” she said with a smirk but did as she was told, turning her back on Clint and letting her eyes drift closed.

Clint kept his distance because he was better at a distance. His aim was better, his targets easier to spot and down on the ground he had no chance of getting in the way.

"What kind of mission is it?" He asked softly, smiling as she turned and running the shampoo through her hair slowly as soon as her back was fully facing him.

"Oh you don't know just how demanding I can be.." He of course intentionally dropped his voice lower for that remark. Maybe one day he'd show her.

Natasha listened for any hints in his voice that he had any expectations of what this mission could entail. They both knew her roles weren’t always innocent, though she had managed to avoid anything like that since before Loki had decided to try and take over the earth.

Noting nothing in Clint’s tone, she answered, “Intel. Infiltration from the inside. Nothing too heavy.”

Sighing as he started to work his fingers through her hair, she smiled contently, though that voice... it always managed to make her shiver. “Is that so...” she said. Sounded like something else to look forward to when she got back.

Yeah he was relieved to hear it was just an intel mission. Though he didn't show it, he was subconsciously thinking the worst. "Ah should be pretty easy for you, I mean you managed to slip past Stark."

He chuckled, making sure to lather all of her hair before softly pulling her against him and stepping back so she was fully under the spray. "Yeah, I'll have to try it out on you, see what you think."

Natasha chuckled. “Anyone has to be easier than dealing with Stark,” she said. Sure, she had grown to like Tony, more as a teammate than as his employee, but he didn’t always make it easy. He had this habit of looking for weaknesses or secrets and purposefully poking people until he could figure them out. It was irritating to say the least, but he had his good moments as well, like renovating the tower to give them each their own floor. He was much better at grand gestures than the small things.

Stepping back against Clint and under the spray of the shower again, she held her eyes more tightly closed and blew a bit of the water from her lips. “I look forward to the first opportunity for you to do so. Maybe I will even offer my expert critique.”

"Ah come on, he's not that bad.." He grinned, threading fingers carefully through the straightened curls to loosen any knots and to rid it of the shampoo bubbles. "He just knows how to push peoples buttons."

He let out a laugh, shaking his head as he worked his magic until she was sud free. "No, you don't get a say in it. That just takes all the fun out of things.." He tugged her hair lightly to let her know he was finished. "Grow your hair out again, I liked it long.."

“You didn’t have to work for him and pretend that everything he said was charming and brilliant,” Natasha replied. Tony was definitely good at a lot of things, but pushing people’s buttons was probably near the top of the list. “There’s ‘knowing how’ and ‘enjoying it immensely’. I think we both know which category he fits in to.” In the end, she really did like the billionaire more than she let on. He had come through for them, and had been willing to sacrifice himself to save the world. That deserved a bit of respect and admiration.

“I suppose I’m just supposed to give in to your demands?” she replied, biting her lip slightly as Clint continued to work through her hair until he was satisfied. His final statement made her laugh a little. “Is that a preview of how demanding Clint Barton can be?”

She had cut her hair on a whim, explaining that she thought it would fit her character better for a particular mission. It was a little more manageable in a fight now, but if it was long again she could always just tie it back out of the way.

"Ah well yeah, there is that.." He could agree on that, then again watching over Thor's hammer hadn't exactly been a barrel of laughs either. "At least you got the exciting assignment.." Yeah, getting soaking wet night after night wasn't exactly Clint's idea of a holiday.

"Clint Barton can be very demanding when the mood is right, if you're lucky you'll experience it.." He grinned, hands dropping to her waist to cuddle her back to him.

"No, that was not a preview, it was more of a suggestion."

Natasha considered his words before slowly nodding. “Alright, that point I will concede.” All in all, her assignments usually were more exciting, but it was the nature of their separate expertise. She was sure she could never do Clint’s job without being bored out of her mind and eventually throwing the whole thing for some action. She had always admired his patience.

“Oh, if I’m lucky!” Natasha laughed, leaning back against his chest. Placing her hands over his, she leaned her head over on his shoulder and turned her face to look up at him, meeting his grin with one of her own.

“Well, if it was only a suggestion then I shall take it into consideration.”

"Miss Impatient." Oh he knew she'd get bored of watching, but then when was it ever a clever female genius that required Clint to actually 'suit' up and flirt? Let's face it, Clint wasn't really good at that seduction shit, he was no Natasha. His tactics were all idle small talk, goofy flirting and then plying himself with enough alcohol to go through with it. That was probably why all criminal masterminds appeared to be men, because they knew they were safe from Clint and his ridiculous tactics.

"Yeah, if you're lucky.. why's that so funny?" He asked, leaning to press lips to her cheek as she'd looked up at him, mirroring his smile.

"Good, because it suited you."

“Oh, I’m sorry if I’d rather do something with my time rather than just wait,” Natasha replied. Oh, she knew Clint’s job was just as important as hers, it certainly wasn’t a waste of time, but two could play the teasing game.

“Funny? It’s not funny at all,” she suddenly put on a serious face but it didn’t last long, her smile returning when he kissed her cheek. “Let’s just say I will believe it when I see it.”

In her experience Clint was far from demanding, especially when it came to her. She didn’t like to use the advantage she obviously had, but it was impossible not to notice that he would pretty much let her walk all over him if she wanted to. Luckily she didn’t want to.

“Are you saying that this doesn’t suit me?” Natasha asked, running a hand back through her shorter, drenched hair.

"I resent that" He almost pouted but saved himself just in time. Him watching and waiting had gotten her out of some sticky situations. Sure she probably could have got herself out of them, but at a cost that Clint wasn't willing to trade for.

"It'll be when you least expect it now.." And may take some planning ahead. Yes, Clint wasn't the demanding type of man, and yes he was happy to let her walk all over him like a rug, but he could do it, if set his mind to it he could be demanding and forceful. Maybe.

"I know you were gonna throw that one at me." What was it with women? Why couldn't they just accept a compliment? Honestly.. "You look great with short hair, long hair, fuck you'd probably look hot with no hair. Don't cheapen the compliment." He grinned, reaching behind him to pass her the soap. "You're running out of time, make haste."

He was right, but really he just wanted to watch her wash herself down. He could take a longer shower when she'd gone, a really long one, a four month long shower.

He may have stopped himself from pouting, but Natasha made up for her jibe anyway by giving him a quick kiss on the lips before leaning back against him again.

“When I least expect it... very intriguing. In that case I am very much looking forward to it.” That wasn’t entirely true. While she had her doubts he would ever actually follow through, she also wasn’t sure what she would even think of it if he did. She had had enough men in her life demand things of her and control her. One of the things that had been so attractive about Clint was that he had never wanted anything from her but her. He had never expected her to do anything she didn’t want, and he had never asked her to be anyone but herself. She would take that over controlling any day, and deep down she hoped that he realised this.

Now when it came to pouting, Natasha didn’t hold back. Sticking her lower lips out she took the soap and poured some into her hands as she extricated herself from his arms.

“Fine,” she said, rubbing her hands together before moving them over her body. “Thank you for the compliment, and I assure you I currently have no plans to go with no hair.”

"Sure you are." This was probably going to be one of those things Clint didn't follow through on, even though it was tempting for him to switch roles and push himself out of his comfort zone. Then again he was pretty sure even his demands would be asked with a questioning tone. Clint wasn't set out to be a do-er, he was certainly a watcher through and through. The idea of demanding and even being commanding seemed ridiculous.

He watched her, tried to think of something to do with his hands which ended up with him pouring shampoo into his hands and quickly running it through his hair. "Good, I like you with hair.. then again I'd still like you without hair.. I'll just shut up before I dig myself a bigger hole."

It was obvious he didn’t believe her but she let it go without comment since she wasn’t sure she believed herself. If it was something he wanted to try sometime then she certainly wouldn’t say no; there was no shadow of doubt in her mind that she could, and did, trust him completely.

Chuckling at his words as she finished soaping herself up, instead of stepping under the spray again to rinse off, she poured more soap in her hands and started on his chest. “I would certainly lose some of my appeal with no hair,” she mused. “Though I could always go blonde again, that was usually fun.”

His eyes followed her every move, yet they slipped closed as her hands came into contact with his chest. "Mmm, no, no blonde. There's plenty of blonde haired women around, you're perfect just the way you are." He opened eyes slowly considering it took a while for his brain to actually realise and compute what he'd said.

"I mean.. you don't need to change how you look." Just hand him a shovel and he'll keep digging a massive hole for himself.

He grinned, playing it off, grabbing her arms softly and pulling her under the spray, hands moving to chase the suds from her body.

Perfect.

That was probably the last word Natasha would have ever picked to describe herself. It wasn’t only that she didn’t believe in the illusion of perfection, but there was just too much wrong with her to be anywhere near perfect. She had done too many horrible things, there was too much ugliness inside of her. She wasn’t a nice person, she wasn’t... she was as far from perfect as possible.

Her hands had stilled on his chest at his words, but when he explained further that he had been referring to her looks she started moving again. Now that she had heard; she had heard more compliments on her looks than some women heard in their entire lifetimes. That she knew how to accept.

“Well, maybe I will anyway. Maybe you’ll be surprised when you see me next,” she replied, grinning at him when he started rinsing her off.

They'd both done horrible deeds in the past. But that's exactly what it was, the past. Repnting would take some time but they were still both working hard on it. Maybe he did find her perfect, perfect for him anyway. They both understood how each other works, they spoke together in a silent language and better yet they were both as damaged as each other.

"Okay, blonde did suit you, made you look very nordic." Clint smirked at her grin, leaning down to steal a kiss. "Then again, after four months just seeing you would be enough."

“Nordic?” she laughed, winding her arms around his neck when he kissed her. Just seeing him again would be enough too; these next four months couldn’t pass fast enough. “We should probably get out of here,” sliding her arms from around him and turning off the water. She would have to change once she got to the base into one of the outfits SHIELD provided for this particular persona, but she still had to dry her hair and make herself look presentable.

Stepping out of the shower she tossed a towel to Clint before grabbing one for herself and drying off.

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