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Clint was reading his text book in his usual fashion, sitting upside down with his feet hanging over the top of the sofa. Natasha walked up to the sofa, for some reason wearing a Gryffindor sweater, which was odd since she was in Ravenclaw.
"You know, having a password is the worst form of security. Answering a riddle keeps you on your toes."
He put his book down on his chest and looked over the top to see her playing with Clint's shoe laces. "You're just mad that I guessed that your computer password was my name."
Natasha rolled her eyes and climbed over the couch, sitting next to him but the right way up. "Please, it was Clint is a prat, not just your name."
Clint grinned regardless of the correction. He had been in her bad books that week after saying she had twig legs and earned the prat status. He sat up part way and rotated his body so he could rest his head on her legs. "Admit it, you think of me."
"You're full of yourself, you know that, right?" She played with his hair slowly, lightly scratching his scalp at the same time. "What are you reading?"
He moved his head to the side so she could get a certain spot. "Brushing up on some counter curses for dueling. I plan on kicking your ass." Clint held up the book so she could see the cover for herself, but he covered the spell name so she wouldn't know what to expect next dueling class.
"Is that so? I could probably kick your ass right now with no wand." Natasha pulled the book out of his hand and closed it before tossing it on the table. She watched him evaluate how quickly she could get him in a headlock or give him a black eye. He went to get up quickly but she pulled him back down and grabbed his hand. "I said I could, not that I would."
Clint gave her a wary look as he tried to shake her hand off, but she held on to it and slouched in to a more comfortable position on the sofa. "Let go 'Tasha, I need to read."
Natasha closed her eyes to take a nap, keeping a hold on his hand still. "No you don't, you're an excellent duelist. Now keep it down. I'm tired and just need a nap."
"You broke in here to nap?"
"More or less."
"You know, having a password is the worst form of security. Answering a riddle keeps you on your toes."
He put his book down on his chest and looked over the top to see her playing with Clint's shoe laces. "You're just mad that I guessed that your computer password was my name."
Natasha rolled her eyes and climbed over the couch, sitting next to him but the right way up. "Please, it was Clint is a prat, not just your name."
Clint grinned regardless of the correction. He had been in her bad books that week after saying she had twig legs and earned the prat status. He sat up part way and rotated his body so he could rest his head on her legs. "Admit it, you think of me."
"You're full of yourself, you know that, right?" She played with his hair slowly, lightly scratching his scalp at the same time. "What are you reading?"
He moved his head to the side so she could get a certain spot. "Brushing up on some counter curses for dueling. I plan on kicking your ass." Clint held up the book so she could see the cover for herself, but he covered the spell name so she wouldn't know what to expect next dueling class.
"Is that so? I could probably kick your ass right now with no wand." Natasha pulled the book out of his hand and closed it before tossing it on the table. She watched him evaluate how quickly she could get him in a headlock or give him a black eye. He went to get up quickly but she pulled him back down and grabbed his hand. "I said I could, not that I would."
Clint gave her a wary look as he tried to shake her hand off, but she held on to it and slouched in to a more comfortable position on the sofa. "Let go 'Tasha, I need to read."
Natasha closed her eyes to take a nap, keeping a hold on his hand still. "No you don't, you're an excellent duelist. Now keep it down. I'm tired and just need a nap."
"You broke in here to nap?"
"More or less."