40. "Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?"

53. "Shh... I'm sleeping."

Clint was generally up at the crack of dawn, training, relying on coffee, and doing his best to be prepared for the next mission or whatever chores you lay down for him. However for the few days after a mission, he might as well be in a coma. You had quickly learnt to not bother waking him up, or even considering him your husband, rather the lifeless corpse that happened to share your bed.

For the first day he was to be left alone. He'd appear every once in a while to use the bathroom and to get food but that was it really. By day two, you were bored and annoyed by not spending time with him and would do your best to be polite. You'd bring him food in bed, pamper him, basically making sure he hadn't been too badly hurt on the mission and would be fine soon enough.

Today was the morning of day three. It was the day you'd force him to get up and actually be a functional human. Sometimes you succeeded sometimes you were pelted with pillows. It had a varied outcome.

You sat down on your side of the bed, putting his mug of coffee on your bedside cabinet. On a previous occasion you made the error of holding the mug when you woke him up. He did get up, but only as he had to get you treatment for the scolds you had suffered.

Lightly you shock his arm, "Morning Clint."

He let out a grunt, pulling the pillow closer to him.

"It's morning Clint. Get your lazy butt up," you frowned shoving his shoulder forcefully.

Once more your husband groaned, pushing his arm out to bat away whatever was disturbing him, but seen as he did that very often you were prepared to dodge his weak attack.

"Shh... I'm sleeping," he muttered nuzzling into the pillow.

"Clint get up," you frowned. "If you don't I'll drink your coffee."

Instantly he snapped his head up, gasping.

"You wouldn't dare," he said narrowing his eyes, although his eyes were still quite droopy from how tired he was.

"Watch me sunshine," you frowned grabbing the mug and bringing it towards your lips.

Quicker than you thought he could move, he jumped forward, taking the mug, luckily not spilling any of it.

You pouted at him, as he leant back into the pillows with a sigh, taking a mouthful of coffee.

"God I love you," he grinned practically hugging the mug.

"Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?" You smirked leaning back onto your side of the bed.

"You're so beautiful. I'm so glad I get to spend this moment with you," he smiled, not letting his eyes connect with yours.

"That's sweet Clint."

He took a mouthful of the coffee, sighing again.

"Coffee I think you're my soulmate."

Your jaw dropped as you swung your arm to clout his ear. After, you crossed your arms over your chest, pouting at the idiot you called your husband.

"Well let's hope the coffee can do your ironing, if you love it so much," you frowned.

He looked up at you slightly dazed. He put his mug onto his bedside cabinet. Rolling over he wrapped his arms around you, forcing you to his chest even though you were hesitant.

Holding you to him, he looked down at you with the dozy smile you had grown to love.

"Remember. It is your coffee that I love. Therefore you made it. And that makes me love it more, because it's got your love and your bitter morning hatred in it," he smiled.

You rolled your eyes, kissing him softly.

"You're a dopey sod. But I love you."

"Love you too."

~*~

Written by Charlotte.