plotted starter for @displacedwidow from Clint
there was supposed to be a wedding. a small one but a wedding nonetheless. he’d been getting himself excited for it. telling himself this was the start of something brilliant, trying to make himself believe this is what he’d wanted. but she’d seen through him. laura was good like that. they’d met at shield. clicked as friends and he’d thought they worked as romantic partners.
clearly that wasn’t the case. two weeks before the big day and she’d sat him down to tell him they couldn’t do this. they couldn’t get married. it wasn’t fair to either of them to try and force what wasn’t there. that had been a slap in the face. he hadn’t thought he was forcing anything but...after a week of reflection, it was clear that he was. he loved laura but he didn’t love her. and she’d known that. could tell that his heart was long gone with someone else. that he didn’t have it to give away anymore.
he wishes he did. he’s sorry he doesn’t. god, laura, he’s sorry.
of course, that leaves him with two plane tickets and a hotel reservation in venice for ten days. seems a waste not to use them. and that’s how he got here. in front of natasha. trying to explain that he’s no longer getting married and he’d very much like it if she’d go on his honeymoon with her.
❝——————Long story short, wedding’s off and I’ve got these tickets. I could sell ‘em but I thought....we both deserve a vacation. The world’s been pretty quiet. What do you say?❞ he waves the printed off tickets in front of her, the departure date two days from now. if she says now then...he’ll go ahead and try to sell him or maybe just go alone. ❝You can have the bed...❞