Tales of the Teenage Avengers And Agents Of SHIELD

Snowman

Natasha had been in her room all day. Clint was getting tired of it. So he waited until the snow was a couple feet deep outside, then went and knocked on her door

"Hey, Tasha?" He loved that he was the only one able to get away with calling her that. Clint knocked on the door again. "You wanna build a snowman?" He asked.

"No." Came the curt response from behind the door. Nat must be having a bad day. Or having nightmares again. Nightmares where more common.

So Clint sighed, walking away a couple feet. He then came back and kicked the door in. "Natasha! We're building a fucking snowman!" He yelled. He also took pleasure in the fact that he could get away with things like this too.

Natasha looked up from her diary, a red eyebrow cocked. Then she started laughing. Clint took the opportunity to grab her coat and snow boots and lead her to the door. She shoved her feet into the boots, still giggling, while Clint helped her into her jacket.

Clint laughed. "That funny, huh?" He asked the older 15 year old. Natasha giggled again and nodded.

They spent the majority of the rest of the day building snowmen, snowhawks, and snow-widows, making snow angels, laughing, chasing each other with snowballs, pelting each other with handfuls of snow flung over the walls of snow forts, and wondering why they'd never done this before.

When the day was over, they curled up on the couch with frozen hands being warmed by cups of steaming, hot cocoa. Clint had buried the both of them beneath twenty blankets and Natasha laid her head on Clint's shoulder.

Their night ended with mugs set on the counter and Natasha laying on Clint, her head glued over his chest so she could hear his heartbeat, and Clint laying on the couch.

Tony, Steve, Bruce Banner (17), and Thor all took pictures and then left them alone. The couple on the couch where left to their thought and dreams of snowflakes, snow balls, and snowmen.