Clint Barton is going back to bed. (today_sucks) wrote in snapthread, @ 2019-04-27 22:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | clint barton (616), natasha romanoff (mcu) |
WHO: Clint Barton (616), Natasha Romanoff (MCU)
WHAT: Meeting. Sort of. Not exactly.
WHEN: Saturday evening
WHERE: COFFEE.
WARNINGS: MOST DEFINITELY ENDGAME SPOILERS.
Natasha.
Clint was - he wasn't sure, actually. Excited. Nervous. And more than a little worried.
Because for how few people there were in Starklandia there were so many that he only knew another, different version of. What if this Natasha wasn't his? He definitely didn't know what she was talking about in her post, and that had him all kinds of on edge. Even as his hands (steady, as they ever were, because he was a man of few talents, but having steady hands no matter what was one of them) went through the motion of making a pot of coffee for her (and himself), he couldn't help but worry. Because if she wasn't his, it stood to reason that she wouldn't like him or care to know him at all.
And Natasha was his best friend. Had been his best friend for .... forever, basically. Since before the Avengers. Before anything he'd ever really done had mattered. Clint wasn't sure he'd know what to do if she took one look at him and then turned around and went in the other direction. His own Natasha, back home, was already on some sort of quest to be hiding out and completely unreachable and --
Some things were just too much.
"You're being stupid, Barton," he said because psyching himself out was absolutely ridiculous and not how he did liked to do things. And lucky him, he finished the sentence and the door of his slipshod shop banged open.