Clintasha Advent Day #2 - Decorations
Part Two. @clintasha-week
“He’s probably going to kill himself,” Yelena said with a snort as they watched Clint stringing lights across the rooftop. “Natasha, are you really going to let a man you un-ironically called the love of your life die because of a stupid holiday tradition?”
Next to her, Kate laughed. The three women were watching, alarmed, as Clint Barton brought Christmas to their little rented home. After he and Natasha had come home from their holiday stay-cation, Kate and Yelena had confronted them about being busy-bodies and getting involved in their budding relationship. Now, the four of them were spending Christmas in the countryside and Clint was trying to decorate the house they rented, hanging lights from the roof.
“He wanted to give you a nice American Christmas,” Natasha said, arms crossed. “Shut up and let him do it.”
“He only did because he felt bad about stalking us,” Kate murmured. “Because he thought your sister was going to defile my honor or something.”
Which was ironic, Natasha knew, given that her sister was asexual and her relationship with Kate was new, something the girls were trying to figure out on their own. There was no defiling just two adorably confused young women.
“He didn’t think she was going to defile you,” Natasha hissed, hoping Clint didn’t hear. Even though Kate was about to turn twenty-three, the idea of her having a relationship sent Clint on edge. He saw her as a kid or something, but Natasha understood. Her sister was older, but she was just getting used to living life outside of the Red Room’s control. “He was just worired about the type of trouble you two could get in. Now, let him put up some twinkly lights. It’ll make him feel better.”
Clint, on top of the roof, groaned so loudly that they could all hear.
“Can you stop gossiping and get up here to help me?” he asked. “I’m not going to kill myself, but I could use a hand.”
“Of course, honey,” Natasha laughed, heading for the ladder.
