A/N: This was inspired by a prompt from my brother. PG for some language.

It was a quaint little cafe. A hipster kind of place. 

They rarely had any downtime between missions, but right now they did. And right now they were going to enjoy it while it lasted. So they stepped into MeadowCafe. Soon, they were sipping identical cups of coffee. 

“I wish it could always be like this,” sighed Clint. Natasha gave him a sad smile.

“But it can’t.” 

After drinking every last drop of the coffee, they each got a fortune cookie. Yes, the coffee shop had fortune cookies. (Hipster, remember?) Clint broke his cookie open, stuck half in his mouth then read his “fortune”. You will fall in love with the next person you look at.

“What’s it say?” asked Natasha, the corner of her mouth quirking in a curious half-smile. 

“You will fall in love with the next person you look at,” he replied, then looked up at her. “Bullshit,” he added, ripping the slip of paper in half and tossing it towards the trashcan. (It landed in the can, of course. He never misses.) “How bout yours?” he asked. She chuckled. 

“You will go to a coffee shop with your true love,” she said, with some more chuckles thrown in for good measure. He can’t help but notice her carefully tuck the paper into her pocket, though.

Natasha felt a lump in her throat. Of course he would think loving her was bullshit. She had always hoped that maybe they felt the same about each other- but, obviously they did not. 

After they had left the shop, after they were back in the open with the cold hair whipping at their faces, Clint wished. He wished she could understand that you can’t fall in love with someone, 

not if you already love them.