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Clint Barton is going back to bed. (today_sucks) wrote in snapthread,

Oh. Well. That summary sounded like exactly what would happen if Clint got a bad yelp review down to the exploding paint. The only thing the story was really missing was Kate somewhere in the background with her arms full of paint rollers. And here he'd been a little worried that Natasha was going to think he was a serious enough Hawkeye for her to be bothering with (never mind the fact that they were sprawled out on the floor of his apartment and she was painting his nails).

And she said it so offhandedly, like it was just a thing that she expected and that she'd fully be a part of if he asked her to and... well. Clint couldn't help looking at her a little like she'd hung the entire moon, and had been kind enough to leave it just nearly in Clint's reach. It was almost there. He could almost have it. He just had to stretch a little further.

"You're -- you know. You're always welcome. There's --" god, when had he gotten this uselessly stupid and without words? Well, probably forever ago but that didn't make it less annoying. "Space. Lots of sp--no. That's not right. Space for you. Here."