imagine clint in a relationship with natasha and sam
There’s an unspoken rule between them: if Natasha’s in a cuddling mood, it lasts until she’s done. Regardless of how hungry anyone is.
Their place would be a total mess if not for Sam, but he’s been out on a mission for days so there’s a stack of pizza boxes by the door and the bathroom floor is wet from Nat’s shower earlier, but Sam doesn’t touch any of that when he comes in.
Clint and Natasha watch, curled up on the couch together, as he drops his go bag by the pizza boxes and kicks off his shoes. Sam looks over at them, dark eyes wandering over them, the blanket, Lucky curled up warming their feet.
“Saved room for you,” Clint says, arm around Nat as he sits up a little, opening a whole couch cushion for Sam.
Nat waves a bag of goldfish. “And we’ve got snacks.”