#codenamehavkeye

@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.”

@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.”