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She looks up at him. “Sorry it took so long to say…” she said.
He shook his head, leaning his head against hers, “Hush that. I don’t care how long it took. I told you I would wait forever if I needed to.”
“No…” she said. “I said it when it felt right.”
He smiled, laying his head next to hers, “So it felt right then, for you?”
“Yes…” she said. “Why do you think it wasn’t the right moment?”
He grinned and shook his head, “Felt perfect to me.”
She kissed him again. “I should follow my impulses more…” she said.
He laughed lightly now. “I completely agree with that statement.” he said, holding her close in his arms.
“No…” she said. “I said it when it felt right.”
He smiled, laying his head next to hers, “So it felt right then, for you?”
“Yes…” she said. “Why do you think it wasn’t the right moment?”
He grinned and shook his head, “Felt perfect to me.”
“Come on you have to be able to give us something on Black Widow, something no one else knows…”
Natasha looked up as the talk show host said her name. She’d been absently listening to Clint’s interview, more focused on her paperwork than anything else. It was only on in the background so that when he got home and asked her about it she could say she watched it.
“Well, I guess I could tell you something since I know Tasha and I know she won’t be watching…” Clint’s mischievous grin graced his face and Natasha crawled closer to the screen.
“Don’t do it Clint…” She murmured under her breath.
“She’s scared of spiders. Ironic I know but last night there was the smallest spider you’ve ever seen in the bathroom and she squealed like a little girl.”
The audience laughed and Natasha’s eyes narrowed.
“You are so dead” She murmured to herself, glaring at Clint’s stupid grin on screen.
“The widow is scared of Spiders?! Well I’m sure you were there to rescue her!”
“Oh I was. I always am.” He nodded, shrugging his shoulders and making some woman in the audience scream.
“And if she is watching right now?” The host asked Clint, who winced like it hadn’t actually occurred to him.
“Well… let’s just say I’m sleeping on the couch for the next week.” He chuckled to himself.
“More like the next month.” Natasha grumbled, flicking the TV off with a snap.
“No…” she said. “I said it when it felt right.”
He smiled, laying his head next to hers, “So it felt right then, for you?”
“I love you…” she said back softly.
He let out a breathy laugh, leaning his head against hers and closing his eyes. He kissed her lips softly. “One more time.”
“I love you. I. Love. You. I love you, Clint Barton.” she said smiling against him.
He grinned widely and held her tight, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I love you too, Natasha. So much.”
“So…I’m guessing that was the right thing to say…” she said.
He chuckled, raising a brow, “You had to think about it?”
