that sniper ain't one of us...

She wondered what his eyes were saying beneath his mirrored sunglasses.

Charlie sat outside his van, sharpening his kukri, glasses hiding those odd blue eyes of his. It was always nice, spending time with Natasha like this, especially whenever he was at RED base for a change. He glanced up when he felt her eye on him, smiling a bit.

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“Mhm. I can make up for all my time spent away from base,” Charlie chuckled, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead again. It was always nice, these moments of peace. “How’re the kids doin’?”

Her smile widened from hearing Charlie’s words. It better a promise to happen when the time comes. “They’re doing good. Madeline is enjoying the classes she’s taking and Joey, well, he still need to be out of his bubble when trying to make friends. Always burying his nose in books.”

“Oi, books are just as good friends as people are,” Charlie replied. “I was always a fan of The Chronicles of Narnia an’ The Lord of the Rings. Good stuff.” Then again he was nowhere near a normal kid growing up.

She’s trying to remember if she was like that at his age before the fire happened. Always burying her nose in books before Nathan or her two friends dragged her away to play with them. “I suppose you’re right love. But I still want Joey to have some friends and have fun with.”

“Mm, guess a good mix o’ both is best.” Charlie leaned his head back, letting out a small sigh as he thought of his younger years. He was always antisocial, made even worse by his sniper training at a young age. Other than that, he did like working alone most days.

She wondered what his eyes were saying beneath his mirrored sunglasses.

Charlie sat outside his van, sharpening his kukri, glasses hiding those odd blue eyes of his. It was always nice, spending time with Natasha like this, especially whenever he was at RED base for a change. He glanced up when he felt her eye on him, smiling a bit.

redbritishsniper​:

sydneysleeperagent​:

“Mhm. I can make up for all my time spent away from base,” Charlie chuckled, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead again. It was always nice, these moments of peace. “How’re the kids doin’?”

Her smile widened from hearing Charlie’s words. It better a promise to happen when the time comes. “They’re doing good. Madeline is enjoying the classes she’s taking and Joey, well, he still need to be out of his bubble when trying to make friends. Always burying his nose in books.”

“Oi, books are just as good friends as people are,” Charlie replied. “I was always a fan of The Chronicles of Narnia an’ The Lord of the Rings. Good stuff.” Then again he was nowhere near a normal kid growing up.

She wondered what his eyes were saying beneath his mirrored sunglasses.

Charlie sat outside his van, sharpening his kukri, glasses hiding those odd blue eyes of his. It was always nice, spending time with Natasha like this, especially whenever he was at RED base for a change. He glanced up when he felt her eye on him, smiling a bit.

“Mhm. I can make up for all my time spent away from base,” Charlie chuckled, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead again. It was always nice, these moments of peace. “How’re the kids doin’?”

She wondered what his eyes were saying beneath his mirrored sunglasses.

Charlie sat outside his van, sharpening his kukri, glasses hiding those odd blue eyes of his. It was always nice, spending time with Natasha like this, especially whenever he was at RED base for a change. He glanced up when he felt her eye on him, smiling a bit.

redbritishsniper​:

sydneysleeperagent​:

Charlie had to squint a bit as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight. At least he was out of direct sunlight. He blushed, wrapping an arm around her waist and smiling, kissing her forehead. “Now I got a good view, too,” he chuckled. Up close, his right eye, the prosthesis, was a lighter blue than his real eye, and had an unnatural sheen to it. Not to mention it had a crosshair design that was really only visible if he opened his eyes all the way.

“This is nice,” he sighed. “All that’s missin’ is a nice beach an’ some piña coladas.”

It’s great that she gets to be closer to him, meaning she could admire his face better, taking note of the crosshair seen faintly though his half lidded gaze, to the slight color difference in both eyes. How she still have a thing for people with heterochromia after all these years, he was still under that category.

“That sounds like a lovely idea to do one day.” She hummed once more, agreeing to his thought. “I would love to see the sea again.”

“Maybe during furlough,” he mumbled in response. He always did love the beach. He liked sitting in the water or scrounging up shells and rocks and crabs that were buried in the sand. He’d always had an affinity for digging.

“Yeah, we’ll defo have to go travelling one o’ these days.”

Natasha caught word of what he mumbled and let out a soft hmm to agree with him. It’s been a while since she was last given furlough so when the time comes, and with good timing for her children’s school break, they can all go to the beach.

She wondered what his eyes were saying beneath his mirrored sunglasses.

Charlie sat outside his van, sharpening his kukri, glasses hiding those odd blue eyes of his. It was always nice, spending time with Natasha like this, especially whenever he was at RED base for a change. He glanced up when he felt her eye on him, smiling a bit.

Charlie had to squint a bit as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight. At least he was out of direct sunlight. He blushed, wrapping an arm around her waist and smiling, kissing her forehead. “Now I got a good view, too,” he chuckled. Up close, his right eye, the prosthesis, was a lighter blue than his real eye, and had an unnatural sheen to it. Not to mention it had a crosshair design that was really only visible if he opened his eyes all the way.

“This is nice,” he sighed. “All that’s missin’ is a nice beach an’ some piña coladas.”

It’s great that she gets to be closer to him, meaning she could admire his face better, taking note of the crosshair seen faintly though his half lidded gaze, to the slight color difference in both eyes. How she still have a thing for people with heterochromia after all these years, he was still under that category.

She wondered what his eyes were saying beneath his mirrored sunglasses.

Charlie sat outside his van, sharpening his kukri, glasses hiding those odd blue eyes of his. It was always nice, spending time with Natasha like this, especially whenever he was at RED base for a change. He glanced up when he felt her eye on him, smiling a bit.

redbritishsniper​:

“If you take off your shades,” she told him, her scarred lips pulling into a small smile.

Yes, Natasha was staring at him. More like admiring him. His figure, his relaxed posture as he mind his task, the only thing that got in her way was his sunglasses. Hiding away his eyes she can only see in the bedroom or in the darkness.

“Pretty please.”

“It’s real bright out, love.”

That, and his prosthesis was fairly sensitive. He was so used to wearing his sunglasses that he even wore them indoors, and it helped keep the fake eye in check. No harm in taking them off, though. He caved, taking the glasses off and tucking them into the pocket of his shirt. “Happy?” he chuckled.

“Then I should have brought an umbrella along to shade us under.” She teased him, her smile now showing a hint of teeth. Compared to his and her fake eye, hers was lacking any vision to see through unless it’s being used as a scope or see in the dark for example. Hence why she forever wears the eyepatch. Better to think she has one eye than getting questioned why her sight is shit when she can never see with it, especially since birth.

"Now I got a good view, too," he chuckled. Up close, his right eye, the prosthesis, was a lighter blue than his real eye, and had an unnatural sheen to it. Not to mention it had a crosshair design that was really only visible if he opened his eyes all the way.

She wondered what his eyes were saying beneath his mirrored sunglasses.

Charlie sat outside his van, sharpening his kukri, glasses hiding those odd blue eyes of his. It was always nice, spending time with Natasha like this, especially whenever he was at RED base for a change. He glanced up when he felt her eye on him, smiling a bit.

Yes, Natasha was staring at him. More like admiring him. His figure, his relaxed posture as he mind his task, the only thing that got in her way was his sunglasses. Hiding away his eyes she can only see in the bedroom or in the darkness.

Charlie nearly fell over the moment his skates made contact with the rink, and he grabbed onto the wall, trying to not perform an awkward split right onto the hardwood. He tried to regain his balance, glancing over at Natasha with an awkward grin.

“....?? Ehm, howdy?„

[The hell? Wha? When? Ehh??]