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13drabbless's delta theme. Title is taken from Never Too Late by Three Days Grace.
Title: what i expected
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Clint/Coulson/Natasha
Prompt: 08. the past
Words: 157 words
what i expected
They came together slowly, years apart. Clint and Phil were there first, working together and training. Then along came Natasha. It took time, but they just clicked together.
Working like a well-oiled machine; they knew each other's moves, how each of them worked, they could anticipate what their partners would do without needing to see them. It was rather scary to see and always, always impressive.
Coulson's voice would be in their ears, feeding them intel and sometimes words of comfort if needed; usually he'd give them a list of groceries to pick up when they were done work. There was a strange domesticity to their relationship.
Natasha would ask what was for dinner, Clint would want to know what was for dessert. Coulson would roll his eyes and tell them to focus on the mission. But there was always a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he said that.
All of that was in the past now.
FIN.
13drabbless's delta theme. Title is taken from Never Too Late by Three Days Grace.Title: what i expected
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Clint/Coulson/Natasha
Prompt: 08. the past
Words: 157 words
They came together slowly, years apart. Clint and Phil were there first, working together and training. Then along came Natasha. It took time, but they just clicked together.
Working like a well-oiled machine; they knew each other's moves, how each of them worked, they could anticipate what their partners would do without needing to see them. It was rather scary to see and always, always impressive.
Coulson's voice would be in their ears, feeding them intel and sometimes words of comfort if needed; usually he'd give them a list of groceries to pick up when they were done work. There was a strange domesticity to their relationship.
Natasha would ask what was for dinner, Clint would want to know what was for dessert. Coulson would roll his eyes and tell them to focus on the mission. But there was always a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he said that.
All of that was in the past now.
FIN.