#hawkeyedarcher

I’m never on time for things but… um… here.

I saw this and thought it was perfect. Tony was nice enough to help so…. I hope you like it, you know?

This is beautiful, Clint. And never worry about being on time, I love you no matter what.

Natasha was sitting up in the clock tower, looking out over the courtyard quietly. She’d slept there the night prior, curled up in the blankets that still smelled like Clint. Now she was wearing one of his sweaters, and she felt more than a little pathetic as she crossed her arms. It wasn’t exactly great, but... Well, she wasn’t sure what else to do, still.

If nothing else, she had to admit that the view was nice. It was early enough that the snow was still untouched, sunrise tinting the world pink and orange. It was peaceful, in a way. Distracting. Maybe she’d make it out for a walk, she mused Maybe it’d be cold enough that nobody would try to join her. Or maybe she’d just stay hidden away in the nest. That seemed easier.

Natasha was unbuckling her seatbelt before the car had even stopped, popping the door open as the tires screeched. She landed hard on her feet but kept running, her bag swinging on her shoulder as she pulled out one of her knives. “What the hell is that?” Her voice was high as she called out to Steve, clenching the handle of the knife tight enough that her knuckles were white.

Natasha hadn’t failed to be spectacular, that much was for sure. She was dressed a bit excessively, if she did say so herself, but not in a bad way. Lavish, maybe, was a better word. But it was one of her favorite things to do, when she had means and reason, and she always had means.

Gorgeous as always, Tasha.

Natasha was waiting in the Nest, wondering when Clint might show up. It was the middle of the day, for once, and she didn’t have anything to do. The dance was coming up far too quickly, and she needed to actually get her damn dress. Between that and the fact that Clint was bound to have put it off, that seemed like an excellent use of her day.

Natasha had made an agreement with Clint to meet up tonight, explore, wander. As always, they planned to meet up where they’d first really met--the space behind the clock, a place they called the Nest. It was nice, quiet, rarely visited. They spent a lot of time there, honestly, and it was home to a lot of good memories.

Nothing much. Just keeping an eye on things. It’s Nightwing, right?

..I'm wondering if that's just a clever remark or a joke or actually being literal right now.