"Wait. What?" She blinks at him several times. He's had a ring this whole time. This wasn't some out of the blue proposal? Now she really starts to cry, and there's no other word for it. "Why on earth wouldn't I say yes to you Clint. You're the one I was always meant to be with. None of the others were real like this. Not even Murdock. You outshine him in a million ways. You're the key, or the arrow to my heart." Kissing him back a few million times over, she lets him slip it on her left ring finger. It doesn't matter if it's not her engagement ring. It's going there.
Let all the fucking Avengers and everyone else know where her heart belongs. She is one hundred and ten percent Clint Barton's. She'll even draw up papers to change her name officially, Natalia Barton-Romanova. She could still go by Natasha Romanoff everywhere important, but the world would know her true name, and in circles that really mattered, like home -- she only had to be Tasha Barton. Those would be gifts she'd give to him in the coming days as she did a world of shopping.
"You on a blue pill might end up in the hospital. I don't think they're supposed to be taken by men who have great libidos, and working dicks. Yours works beautifully. I am pretty sure what tattoo I'm getting. I might change it up a little now that we're getting married. I'm already yours by the way." She kisses him again, and can't believe that her little girl fairy tale is coming true. A part of her wants the fairy tale wedding, but Vegas will work. The dress won't be fairy tale either, but she will still make her dreams come true, true, true. "We will take more than one night. At least two for the honeymoon. I need two days in bed and in a bath with you making love. I need every inch of your body, and you get every inch of mine to use in every way you ever dreamed."
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Date: 2024-02-26 11:28 pm (UTC)Let all the fucking Avengers and everyone else know where her heart belongs. She is one hundred and ten percent Clint Barton's. She'll even draw up papers to change her name officially, Natalia Barton-Romanova. She could still go by Natasha Romanoff everywhere important, but the world would know her true name, and in circles that really mattered, like home -- she only had to be Tasha Barton. Those would be gifts she'd give to him in the coming days as she did a world of shopping.
"You on a blue pill might end up in the hospital. I don't think they're supposed to be taken by men who have great libidos, and working dicks. Yours works beautifully. I am pretty sure what tattoo I'm getting. I might change it up a little now that we're getting married. I'm already yours by the way." She kisses him again, and can't believe that her little girl fairy tale is coming true. A part of her wants the fairy tale wedding, but Vegas will work. The dress won't be fairy tale either, but she will still make her dreams come true, true, true. "We will take more than one night. At least two for the honeymoon. I need two days in bed and in a bath with you making love. I need every inch of your body, and you get every inch of mine to use in every way you ever dreamed."