The Avengers were sitting around, some watching tv, others messing around on their StarkPhones. Clint was sitting on one of the couches. He was technically doing stuff, he was scrolling through his Instagram feed, but he wasn't really paying any attention. He was tired, like usual, and he wasn't really paying attention to anything. 

Natasha came out downstairs, and settled next to Clint on the couch. Her shoulder was touching his. She smelt like vanilla, and her rose perfume. He breathed in her scent, and he felt even sleepier. Tension left his shoulders. She calmed him. 

He rested his head on her shoulder. He hummed contentedly. 

"You smell nice," he said.

She laughed. "That's not creepy at all," she said. He supposed it was supposed to be sarcasm, but it didn't really sound like it. 

His eyes were looking at the tv, but he wasn't watching. He wasn't thinking of anything, his mind was blissfuly blank. The scent of her surrounded him, and wormed its way into his mind. His mind wasn't blank anymore, but it was serene, filled only with thoughts of vanilla and roses and the idea of her. He slowly drifted into a dream world, falling asleep.

Author's note: If you have Clintasha fic recs, let me know. I need me some good Clintasha fanfic rn.