Clint didn’t really have a lot in the was of personal items from his time before SHIELD; a picture of him and his brother he kept tucked away in a drawer, an old poster from his circus time hailing him the “World’s Greatest Marksman” and parts of his costume. Most of the stuff he had around were things he had collected in the years since, little mementos of places he had been on missions. One of those cheap Eiffel Tower keychains, a bank in the shape of phone booth from London, a fur hat from Russia. He usually went for either the quirkiest or the most obviously tourist item he could find and he had amassed quite a collection. He was pretty sure Natasha thought most of it was stupid or just plain god awful ugly, so that made this gesture mean even more.
Grinning when she pulled him close and kissed him briefly, he slipped his good around around her back and hugged her gently. “Wasn’t really my priority,” he said. He hadn’t even considered going home first, and not because of what he may or may not find. It was simply that his first stop was to be wherever he thought he would find Natasha. She had been his priority.
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Date: 2014-09-02 07:43 pm (UTC)Grinning when she pulled him close and kissed him briefly, he slipped his good around around her back and hugged her gently. “Wasn’t really my priority,” he said. He hadn’t even considered going home first, and not because of what he may or may not find. It was simply that his first stop was to be wherever he thought he would find Natasha. She had been his priority.