Natasha couldn't help but want to protect everything that made Clint who he was. His apartment had always had more of a personal touch to it. The things she had collected for herself were more just comfortable furnishings. Very few things could have been classed as keepsakes, or decorative. The one thing she would perhaps genuinely mourn would be the record collection she had slowly started to build.
And she would blame herself for finally starting to feel settled. She had learned long ago to not get attached to things. However, people were a different story. The evidence was in what she had done for Clint. Finally she dropped her arms and reached out to pull him closer as her fist curled into the front of his shirt.
Her demeanour relaxed and she stretched up to kiss the corner of his mouth. "You're welcome. I realise that had you gone to your old apartment first you'd have obviously missed this stuff, but I couldn't exactly leave a note."
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Date: 2014-09-01 11:59 pm (UTC)And she would blame herself for finally starting to feel settled. She had learned long ago to not get attached to things. However, people were a different story. The evidence was in what she had done for Clint. Finally she dropped her arms and reached out to pull him closer as her fist curled into the front of his shirt.
Her demeanour relaxed and she stretched up to kiss the corner of his mouth. "You're welcome. I realise that had you gone to your old apartment first you'd have obviously missed this stuff, but I couldn't exactly leave a note."