#codenamehavkeye

[chernyypauk]

@codenamehavkeye

The sheer curtains of the hotel room hardly did anything to keep the room dark past sunrise, and Natasha had found herself stirring as the sun made its way across the sky. So much for sleeping in a little, though she decided to ease into the day and keep the morning lazy as she rolled over and curled up against (melted into, really) the warm body beside her. The day before had been busy, full of travel and arrangements related to their stay and to the ceremony they were throwing together. The hotel had been first and foremost, something on the higher end of mid-grade because they deserved at least that, and after that she’d sent Clint out to take care of finding a suit for himself while she went dress shopping. She was far from old-fashioned or superstitious and this was definitely not a traditional wedding by any means, but Natasha wasn’t taking any chances. He could wait to see her dress until the day of - Natasha didn’t think she’d be able to keep it from him until the ceremony - because better safe than sorry.

She’d teased another superstitious tradition, playfully threatening to banish him to the couch for the night before their wedding, but the teasing objection hadn’t lasted long at all.

She ducked in to press a kiss to his neck, fingers reaching out to lightly trace and circle his shoulder and back. “We’ve gotta get moving soon,” she murmured with a sigh as she re-settled against her pillow. “Our appointment is in a few hours.” Making that had been her first order of business; she’d found a cozy chapel that would be able to perform the ceremony, and decided upon her first steps inside that it would be perfect. “Schedule’s pretty tight,” what with the other Black Widow situation taking up the bulk of their trip, “but I made sure to leave today free.” Because they deserved that, deserved some time for themselves after three goddamn years. “At least there’s no hunting for you this morning.” A lopsided smirk curved full lips, and she ducked in to kiss his neck again. “I’m sure your back is elated."

[chernyypauk]

@codenamehavkeye “If anyone asks where the TV went, you know nothing.” It might be a little selfish, carting a television from the rec room up into the room they’d claimed for themselves, but Natasha felt as thought they’d earned a little selfish. Three long years of barely any contact, three years of having to work under Lex Luthor’s thumb....she felt as though they’d earned a night with no interruptions. Her original idea had been to simply take over the rec room, but the possibility of someone else wandering into the space was unfortunately high and not something Natasha was interested in. Company was not exactly something she was looking for (except for Clint, maybe Cap but not tonight), the super synergy or whatever could wait. There would only be a few days between her arrival and their departure to Budapest to see just where this lead on Yelena went, and Natasha had no intentions of wasting them. So she’d borrowed it. She’d bring it back, sooner rather than later. But first, she was getting a night of trash TV, a stolen pair of Clint’s sweatpants, an absolute mountain of also borrowed blankets (perks of her position) and pljeskavic in greasy paper bags.  “It’s just borrowed. I’ll bring it back. But you know nothing.”

[chernyypauk]

@codenamehavkeye “Are you really watching this without me?” There was a smile in her voice, one spreading rapidly across her face to match. Natasha had been positioned there for just a moment, watching him from where she’d been lazily leaning against the doorway and content to do that for several beats before saying anything. Just take him in considering how long it had been since she’d seen him last. The brief times they’d managed to steal for themselves had been so fucking short and so far between that Natasha believed they barely counted. (But they did. They did, because they were the highlight of her three years away, no matter how brief.) But now he was here, just a few feet away, and despite never stepping foot inside the Mousehole before now it felt like coming home. Nat took a few strides into the room, that smile still in place as she drew ever-closer to his position on the couch. “I guess I can forgive you if you catch me up. Haven’t been able to watch much of anything lately.”