𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙛𝙛 .

. . . . . . . . she’s so wonderful.

“you are forgiven.” she’d state, bottom lip jutting out in an even more dramatic pout. “will you be staying tonight?” head cocked, eyes wide in hopeful anticipation.

“you know…. you haven’t spoken to me all day, right?” lips pursing in a pout, arms draping over toned shoulders.

“hi.” the witch would coo, lips curled in a warm smile.

" No time to think . " He gently wrapped his arms around her legs and back with a grunt lifted her up . Standing himself . " Let's g-get outta here yeah ? " Clint wasn't aware .. call it adrenaline . But he was hurt as well , not badly he'll live . [ + ]

Reaching over, Maria carefully brushed Natasha’s hair back from her face, her expression softening immediately. “Of course, it’s easier for both of us. I don’t regret what happened here one bit, and I want to see you again, but we keep this private. I don’t want it to—