The Hallmark cards may have lied, but Natasha was glad for it. She wouldn't have accepted anything less than the truth when it came to life. She was a no-nonsense type of woman, despite the fact that she thoroughly enjoyed a good book or a lovely song. Fantasy had its place and reality would always win out. A ballet dancer until her knee had given out in a performance in Moscow, she'd moved to the States to get away from Russia and had come here of all places. Then she'd met Clint when he'd come to her studio. It had been locked since that first time and a whirlwind courtship had taken them to their own little piece of suburbia. She had been living in a perpetual state of exhaustion since Sofi's birth, but it wasn't as if Clint wasn't a fantastic father. He was loving, caring, and more than willing to do his fair share of the work when it came right to it. They were a perfect team, knowing exactly when the other needed a breather, taking up the kids when they got to be just a bit too much for the other
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Clint didn't mind the little piece of suburbia they had found themselves in. When they had initially started dating his perceptive on the future went along the lines of: no kids, no suburbia. It helped to make sure that when they finally settled into life -- that Nat was the no-nonsense type of woman while Clint was more carefree. They worked together though. One of his friends at worked had nearly started a betting pool to see how long it would take Nat to chew him up and spit him out; that was before Clint tried to kill him in his sleep. But it ended up being a source of amusement for him. He saw a side of the woman most people didn't get to see and it was that side of her that he fell in love with. He never told anyone else that, however. It was much too sappy for his tastes and he could imagine the brows arching up that he had become that much involved with her. Their relationship was theirs alone in his eyes. No one could touch it. No one needed to know about it
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Natasha knew her reputation for being a bit of a ball buster. She was a tough teacher, but those who tried, those who put in the work, they were the ones who got the rewards. She hadn't gotten to where she was by slacking off and by not putting in every single second of blood and sweat she had. Clint was every bit of carefree that she wasn't. He was spontaneous and loving and easy in the ways that she was difficult. And they worked
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