Natalia (the_black_widow) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-29 19:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, clint barton (hawkeye), natasha romanoff (black widow) |
"What sort of porn, Barton?"
Who: Natasha and Clint
what: A visit at the hospital
when: Sunday night
where: hospital
status: complete
rating: PG-13 for fake stripping and porn talk
Sundays were worse for daytime tv. There was some horrible 'tainted love' marathon on life time and the remote had fallen out of Tasha's reach. Try as she might, she couldn't change the channel.
Clint paused outside Tasha's door a minute, then started humming some vaguely stripperlike music and sauntered in, slipping out of his jacket, and whipping off a big fake bowtie he'd picked up for the occasion. "I couldn't find anybody on the holiday weekend so..." he grinned as he came over to give her a little peck on the cheek. "How are you doing?"
She gave him a dirty look, but it faded pretty quickly, "They have the best pain medications here, but the worst television."
"I can see that, yeah." Clint agreed, glancing at the screen. "So what is it this week? Red White and True Justice? , Young Love Gone Wrong, Strong Moms or something entirely..." And then a comerical came on. "Oh God. Tainted love. You poor thing."
"This woman loves this serial rapist," Tasha muttered. "I can't reach the remote."
"Oh God." Clint moved over to hand her the remote right away. "Why do women supposedly like these things?" he wondered, shaking his head. "I mean isn't this just more..." he shook his head.
Tasha shrugged her shoulder, "Maybe it's an American thing." Disregarding the fact that she's been in the country most of her life, "Now M*A*S*H, that is comedy."
"Agreed." Clint smirked at that. "And still pretty topical, considering."
Tasha raised her eyebrows, "Da?"
Then she scrunched her face up. Her accent was getting thicker. She blamed the drugs.
Aww the accent was pretty nice though, really. "Well, you've still got...just about every character at one point or another." Clint grinned at her. "Well, okay, not a Klinger." Eyedart. "It doesn't count when they're women and off duty in a skirt."
"No one trying to get a section eight that way any more?" She supposed not. Didn't they rescind that stupid gay rule anyway? "It would be funny."
"It would, really." Clint had to agree. "And well, there's lots of things that SHOULD get you a section eight that don't anymore." He eyedarted a tiny bit, indicating that he'd obviously been a part of some of those activities.
"Tell me a story, Clint Barton!" She tugged him closer, so he could sit next to the bed.
Clint laughed and sat down, ready to spin an epic tale of madness, or something. "Well," he said at last. "I had this nest on base. Waste of materials all of that, but nobody really TOLD about it, since it wasn't that big of a deal..." And he was going on with stories of his nest, how he'd hoarded different things there, until the day a really important visitor, he didn't say who, but it implied 'government' somehow, came on an inspection tour and visit. "And wouldn't you know it, right as she's getting the tour, my nest comes crashing down with me, a buddy, coke cans. magazines, uh...personal supplies...That one sort of got them thinking I needed some serious therapy."
"Personal supplies? Like porn?" She tilted her head, "What sort of porn, Barton?"
"Like porn." Clint agreed. "Shockingly vanilla porn for the most part. I think the most interesting thing they found was WACS and WAVES Gone Wild. You know. The vintagey army and navy groups for women. There's a series with the uniforms being uh...used interestingly."
Tasha regarded him, then shook her head. She could probably pull off a classier version of such classics. She'd never do it, but she could pull it off, "So you watch boring stuff."
"I don't watch much of anything these days." Clint shook his head too. "I was young and stupid and it seemed, well...Forbidden at the time so therefore hot." He shook his head. "I was weird back then."
She patted his cheek, "Speaking of forbidden, how do your romantic prospects go?"
"Those?" Clint grinned. "Really well now. Much better now that we ended up being honest with each other. Kinda scary, but now that it happened...it was better to risk it."
"Are you being a gentleman?" She gave him a secretive smile.
"I'm doing my best." he eyedarted. "Sometimes gets a little hard but..."
"If you treat her right, and move at her pace," Tasha said, resting a hand on his arm. "Then you'll do fine."
"That's what I'm betting on." Clint smiled. "you know, I owe it to you giving me that push."
"I'll collect when you least expect it." She winked.
"I'm sure you will. Keep me on my toes is that it?" Clint grinned.
"Mmhmm...Just wait until you're scaling something."
Clint laughed at that. "You know, it's probably going to be happening a lot." he admitted, eyedarting. "that'll get interesting."
Tasha laughed, "Are you stalking up her fire escape too?"
"Haven't tried THAT yet." Clint eyedarted. "More like we're action oriented daters. Lots of climbing and things."
"Climbing in pairs is a lot smarter than what I did," She admitted.
"I'm just glad you're okay now." Clint told her, his tones going serious. "I mean, hell, it could have been so much worse."
Tasha touched the sore spot on the back of her head, "A boulder almost crushed my head..."
Clint winced at that. "Did you at least have some kind of headgear? Not that it'd help much but..."
She started to shake her head, then winced. That had been a bad idea too.
Clint just stared at her a minute, then made a horrible, scrunched up face. "Oh Tash..." was all he said, shaking his head.
"It was stupid, I know. I'm not even sure what I was thinking, I think I was just excited to be out there."
"I can see THAT part." Clint agreed. "But still. " She got a frown. "Don't try to do that again, okay? I can't think what I'd do without you for one."
She looked suitably sheepish, "Da, I'm sorry. Give me a hug?"
She held out her arms!
Clint bent to give her a careful hug, just to be sure he wouldn't hurt her. "How's this?" he asked, tugging her a little closer.
She hugged him back, and kissed him on the cheek, "I am sorry I worried you."
"I'm just...Don't scare me like that." Clint told her as he straightened. "I don't like knowing that things like this can happen to you."
"It could have been anyone, it was just me this time," She replied softly.
"I know." Clint said, nodding."Well, I'm glad you aren't hurt worse. Speaking of which., anything I can do or grab for you from home?"
"Oh lord. Check on the cat, would you? I wouldn't mind some overnight things. I don't know when they'll feel like I can support weight on my leg." She was a little terrified it wouldn't be the same again, but she didn't want to vocalize matters.
"Can do." Clint promised with a nod, and made a mental note to pick up some kind of toiletry thing while he was at it rather than dragging in bottles of what she had at home. That was what travel size was for and all. And...probably some of the dry shampoo if they didn't want her to get wet.
"Thank you." She paused, then added, "If that hug shows up in the tabloids, I'm sorry."
Clint laughed at that, then hugged her again. "You know what, let them. If I can't hug my best friend, who can I hug?"
"Your girlfriend?"
"That's a different kind of hugging." Clint smirked. "Now that style, I'm not going to immitate."
"That would really get tongues wagging, wouldn't it!"
"Oh you bet it would." Clint eyedarted at her.
She grinned at him, "Thank you for the remote. And the strip show."
"Anytime, Tash. Glad to see you seem to be feeling okay."
"It's mostly the drugs talking." She winked at him. "Now get out of here before they chase you out."
"Yes, Ma'am." Clint flipped her a little salute, gathered up his jacket, stuffed the tie in his pocket and headed on his way out, giving her a little wave as he did it.
Tasha settled back. And put on Mythbusters.