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"Where's the grey hoodie?" Natasha called to Clint from the bedroom as she rifled through his closet.
"Which grey hoodie?" Clint called back from the bathroom.
She pushed a few more items around in the closet but nope, it wasn't there. "The one with the grease stain on the pocket and the stripes along the zipper."
"You mean this hoodie?" Clint asked, smiling as he appeared in the doorway, wearing the very hoodie she'd been looking for.
With a frown, Natasha pulled a blue and white checked flannel from the closet to wear instead. "I guess this will do, but we should really get some more hoodies."
"We?" he asked, eyebrow raised. "I hate to tell you this, Tash, but this is my apartment. Go raid your own closet if you want more hoodies."
"That's not as fun," she said, shrugging the flannel on over her tank top.
"For you maybe," he said, ambling over and skimming his hands beneath the shirt to circle around her back. "But I get to keep more of my shirts that way."
"Maybe we just need to buy more shirts," she suggested, stretching up on tiptoe to kiss his jaw.
The corner of his mouth quirked upward in a small smile. "Again… 'we'?"
"Ok, you," Natasha conceded with a laugh. "Because I'm definitely going to keep borrowing."
"I'd expect no less from you," he said with his own laugh, before swooping in for a kiss.