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shanachie_quill evil_little_dog on May 1st, 2014 07:06 am (local)
Any, Any, "I could never get the hang of Thursdays."
Clint groaned, trying not to shift and tear his stitches. Natasha batted his hands away as he tried to scratch around the marks on his body. “You will not be happy if someone has to resew you,” she informed him tartly.
“I wasn’t happy someone had to sew me in the first place,” he answered, slumping into the bed he was resting on. “Can we get out of here?”
“In a minute.” Natasha clearly had no tolerance with his impatience as she slapped his hands again. “Stop.”
“But, Tasha,” he whined. “It itches.”
“Well, maybe next time you will think twice before leaping off a building,” she informed him.
Clint sighed. “It’s Thursday.” He shook his head mournfully. “I could never get the hang of Thursdays.”
Any, Any, "I could never get the hang of Thursdays."
Clint groaned, trying not to shift and tear his stitches. Natasha batted his hands away as he tried to scratch around the marks on his body. “You will not be happy if someone has to resew you,” she informed him tartly.
“I wasn’t happy someone had to sew me in the first place,” he answered, slumping into the bed he was resting on. “Can we get out of here?”
“In a minute.” Natasha clearly had no tolerance with his impatience as she slapped his hands again. “Stop.”
“But, Tasha,” he whined. “It itches.”
“Well, maybe next time you will think twice before leaping off a building,” she informed him.
Clint sighed. “It’s Thursday.” He shook his head mournfully. “I could never get the hang of Thursdays.”
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