For the drabble: winterhawk 113
Surprising no one, this got out of hand. I was going to go canon MCU, but then I was struck by a fluff next-door-neighbours AU plot bunny, and this is what happened. Background Nat/Sam. Clint is oblivious and Bucky is mostly terrible at flirting.
Clint’s just queued up the next episode of Dog Cops when Natasha pops her head out from her room to glare at him. She starts talking at him, but his hearing aids are way over in his room and that’s a really long fucking way to go. He’s got the volume turned all the way up and the subtitles on, and it’s not like he’s completely deaf.
She rolls her eyes and starts signing instead.
Turn the volume down. We’re going to get complaints.
From who? He signs back. Mrs P** upstairs is as deaf as I am.
Next door. They moved in today. Nat signs at him, gesturing at the wall that separates their apartment from number 7b. Huh. Clint had been sure that was going to sit empty for ages.
They haven’t showed up yet, he points out. And it’s still before 10. That’s in their contract, he knows it is. If they show up, I’ll turn it down.
Or you could put your hearing aids in and watch it at a normal volume, Nat suggests. Clint considers it for about two seconds. His bedroom is a very long way away.
You could get them for me, he suggests instead. She rolls her eyes and shuts her door.
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