30 Day OTP Writing Challenge
Day 30 - Doing something hot (SFW) (Clint<>Natasha)
They’d only known each other for a year or two, just long enough to start to become close friends, when Clint finally told her why he never drank very much. He’d slurred the confession, seeming to hate the bottle in his hands before taking another swig anyways, and Natasha inwardly groaned, thinking back on all the times she’d teased him for not being able to hold his liquor.
Normally he was a happy-drunk with only half as much beer as she’d had, but they were sitting in a public bar on leave after a barely successful mission and it happened to be father’s day.
Natasha’s teasing didn’t let up because that wasn’t their style, but she started to look for something to even out the scale. Sparring didn’t work; he already said he was better in the ring and she would say she was and they both thought the reverse. She couldn’t pretend to lose to him in the shooting range either, because their areas of expertise were different, and when they held guns to paper targets they got the same score every time anyways.
It wasn’t until they were sitting in a Chinese restaurant, recuperating after another rough day, that an idea came to her. Clint had just ordered the spiciest thing on the menu, and without waiting to give it much thought, Natasha grimaced, making a show of disgust.
“How can you eat that?” she asked.
“Is there something wrong with it?” He checked his paper menu again and noticed the double-pepper warning logo. “Oh, is it just because it’s really spicy?”
He quirked up an eyebrow. “Do you not like spicy foods?”
“Not in the least,” Natasha said, trying to goad him. “I don’t see what the point is, making food that burns your tongue so you can barely even taste it. How can you stand it?”
“Practice,” Clint said, and she knew it had worked because that’s exactly what she’d said to him when he asked, long ago, how she could drain three glasses of wine and still not feel a thing. He teased her lightly, while they waiting for their food, about how someone of her skillset shouldn’t be intimidated by a simple plate of hot food, and when it finally arrived he forced her to try some, “just to see.”
It wasn’t as hot on her tongue as she expected, but it was still hotter than Natasha generally prefered, and she made a great show of her displeasure.