Title: Between Here and There. Or The One Where Clint Already Knew Natasha. You Know, Technically.
Author: andacus
Rating: M (Briefly Explicit, but nothing excessive)
Summary: Clint's life is just one circus after another.
Disclaimer: If I was making money off this I would be much happier. As it is, I'm not, I'm just secretly living in the attic of the house Marvel built.
Notes: Eeep! I'm nervous, guys! This is my first Clint/Natasha fic so bring on the concrit. I'm not terribly present (Damn life!) but I love everyone in this bar. I also, love that this is a saying. Also, mods, if I missed a tag or three, let me know.

Anyway, to the fic: He woke for real, finally rested, finally clear-headed, to a dark room and her elbow in his ribs and a leg thrown over his thigh, and he thought: Well, fuck it... oh no you don't. That's not until the end.