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broken_arrow) wrote2014-09-01 09:29 am
broken_arrow) wrote2014-09-01 09:29 am
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The Pieces of Me
By the time they finished breakfast the food had gone cold, but Clint swore it was still better than what he had been living on the past few weeks. Afterwards, as tempting as it was to stay in bed all day, he had struggled into his clothes and met her in the kitchen while she cleaned up. A shower and a change of clothes sounded like about the best thing ever at that point, and he had been pleasantly surprised when she told him he didn’t have to go far to accomplish that.
Despite his absence Tony had made sure that Clint had his own apartment inside the tower as well, and he hadn’t taken care of just the furnishings. There would be clothes in the closet as well, and likely in the proper size. Tony had probably stolen his measurements from his SHIELD file for uniforms.
Clint had insisted that he would be back, that he wasn’t planning to stay in his new place, but Natasha had accompanied him anyway to the room. He didn’t argue.
“Have you seen the place?” he asked as he stopped outside of the door. “Should I be scared?”
Despite his absence Tony had made sure that Clint had his own apartment inside the tower as well, and he hadn’t taken care of just the furnishings. There would be clothes in the closet as well, and likely in the proper size. Tony had probably stolen his measurements from his SHIELD file for uniforms.
Clint had insisted that he would be back, that he wasn’t planning to stay in his new place, but Natasha had accompanied him anyway to the room. He didn’t argue.
“Have you seen the place?” he asked as he stopped outside of the door. “Should I be scared?”