@the-amazing-hawkguy asked âOh. Didnât you get the memo? This is my favourite spot.â
Sheâd been laying across her bed, a book held open above her face. The cool afternoon sun was sending shafts of lights across the room, and the only sound for some time had been the soft turning of pages.
Clint didnât make much more noise when he slipped in, though sheâd still heard his soft steps through the apartment. Even more telling was the soft wave of his scent that proceeded him into the room, carried forward in the air current.
Her eyes stayed on her book as he climbed on to her bed, his head coming to rest against her stomach, even though it put his legs half dangling off the end of the mattress.
The book shifted a little higher as she looked down at Clint, a brow twitched up in question even as her lips curled into a small smile.
âOh. Didnât you get the memo? This is my favourite spot.â Clint replied with a bright grin, shifting to find the optimal cosy position.
âThat so?â She asked, setting her book down. Her hand shifted over to rest against his head, her nails scratching lightly at his scalp as she flexed her fingers through his hair. âCanât remember getting that memo. Did you send it through the inter-office system? That thingâs so unreliable.â She teased, fingers keeping up a steady rhythm. âShould stick to post-its.â
Clintâs eyes had drifted shut, a peaceful smile on his mouth at the touch.
âMmm, would, but they keep sayinâ no when I ask for purple ones.â
His head rocked a little bit as the motion of her laughter travelled through her body.
âHow dare they,â she said. âYouâre an Avenger. You want purple post-its, you should get purple post-its.â Actually, it was an incredibly stupid requisition denial - office stationary was office stationary, even if it was special colours.
âSâwhat I said. No one gets specialised stuff, apparently. Accordinâ to the woman in charge of the stuff anyway.â
Darcy let out a small huff. âIâm pretty sure Cheryl gets off on saying no to people. Probably a pretty good power trip, saying no to you. Iâll have aâŚa chat with her, if you want.â Darcyâs tone made it clear it wasnât going to be a particularly pleasant chat. For Cheryl at least.Â
âMâhero,â Clint mumbled, âfightinâ for us downtrodden folk and our office gear.â
She gave a snort of laughter and gave his hair a little tug.Â
âDork,â she said affectionately.
The quiet little tit-for-tat was interrupted when Darcyâs stomach gave a loud grumble of hunger. Clintâs eyes popped open and he twisted his head a little to see her face.Â
âI think I actually felt that,â he said, as Darcy flopped back with a groan.
âUgh, shuddup. Let me up, I gotta go grab a snack or something.â If she didnât the rumbling would only get worse. It always did.
Clint gave a small laugh before pouting.Â
âYour pillowâs just gonna get louder. Mini earthquakes, right under your head,â she cracked back, walking her fingers down over his forehead to tap a fingertip to his nose.
He was still pouting, even if it was clearly just put on, his eyes lit up with amusement giving the act away. But he lifted his head and wriggled a bit to let her sit up and shift over to the edge of the bed.
Getting to her feet, Darcy tugged at her rumpled shirt and made for the doorway. As she reached it though, she paused, one hand going to the frame as she turned her head back. Clint hadnât moved any further, and his eyes had closed again.Â
Her face softened at the sight, taking the scene in like it was a piece of art. The stillness, and the soft play of light, if she thought it could be captured properly Darcy would have pulled out her phone to take a picture. But moments like that were made as much by the feeling as they were by the view, and a photograph couldnât capture her emotions right then.
He gave a hum to show he was listening.
âYou havenât been on my bed before. Since whenâd it get to the top of the spot list?â
One eye cracked open to look at her, and Clint shifted to bring his arms up, lacing his hands together under his head.Â
âNew development,â he said, settling in again with a satisfied smile. âPlus itâs got the best pillows.â
Darcyâs hand went briefly to her stomach as her pinks cheeked, but inside she was just as pleased as Clint looked.
âDork,â she said again as she slipped from the room.