“Hey, could I quickly borrow something from here?” calls a voice from behind Natasha.

“CLINT!” Kate squeals in delight as she recognises the visitor, her crayon woes forgotten, and she bounds over to the man standing by the doorway.

The tall, blonde, sun-bronzed god of a man standing by the doorway.

Natasha’s mouth goes dry.

Or: Natasha is working at a summer camp, and she maybe (probably, definitely) has a crush on the hot archery instructor.

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This was so fun to write, thanks for the prompt, Ink! :)