Troubles test me
Time unrests me
But you kiss me
Get the best of me
Equal opportunity objectification…
He forgets she’s beautiful, sometimes, hard as people believe that to be possible. But she’s usually just Tasha, stabbing men to his left as he slams someone’s head against a counter to his right. Tasha, who refuses to buy the first round but will always buy the second. Tasha, who taught him the finer points of Olympic curling and falls asleep against his shoulder and throws his boots at him when she’s ready for him to go home after winning all her money at poker.
“Stop it,” she says.
“You’re pretty,” he replies.
“So are you,” she says, and they grin at each other, and she’s not beautiful anymore; she’s just Natasha, and the glint in her eyes is telling Clint it’s going to be one of those nights they’ll probably have to call for bail money.
He grins back and offers his arm.