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Natasha loves a man with holes in his purple socks. He is clumsy and he has flaws and he is perfect. There's no one in the world she trusts more except herself. She loves Clint. It's very simple when she thinks about it.
She gifts him new socks for Christmas and his birthday. Eventually they'll all have holes in them again and Clint won't throw them away. Natasha will keep buying him socks. This is love, she realizes.
She can't help but smile whenever she thinks of all the ways she and Clint love each other.
Clint buys her scarves.