The sky was a pale grey colour, with the clouds only letting though the tiniest amount of sunlight. Natasha stood on the balcony, wrapped up in a thick blanket and looking out over the dense forest.

"They say it might snow today," Clint said, sliding the glass door shut with his foot. He handed Natasha one mug of coffee and took a sip from his own.

"Snow is always nice," Natasha said, her eyes still focused on the trees.

Clint snorted. "Nice? Snow is freezing, Natasha. You know I hate the cold."

Natasha smiled and finally moved her eyes from the trees. "I know, but I'm not asking you to strip naked and go sit in the snow Clint. We can stay inside, where it's warm."
Clint winked at her and Natasha gave him a playful shove.

"Careful," he said, "Don't spill my coffee."

Natasha rolled her eyes and looked up at the sky. "Are you sure they said it was going to snow? I don't think it looks like it."
"Well we'll just call the weather channel and tell them they're wrong," Clint joked. "The Almighty Black Widow has spoken and she doesn't think it's going to snow, so it obviously isn't."

"Shut up."

"It's bloody cold enough," Clint muttered, rubbing his arms.

"I'm not too cold," Natasha chuckled, putting her coffee down pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders.

Clint put his cup down and grabbed the blanket with one hand and tugged it. Natasha grabbed it before he could pull it off her and tugged it back. Clint wasn't expecting her to fight back, because he didn't have a strong grip on the blanket and Natasha managed to pull it back over her shoulders before she got too cold.

"That was rude," Natasha said.

Clint crossed his arms and frowned. "Not fair."

Natasha laughed and picked her coffee back up. It was already cold, so she tipped it off the balcony.

"Waste of good coffee." Clint sighed. "Mines cold too. I'm going to go heat it up."
Natasha nodded and stared up at the sky, wondering when the snow would come. She loved looking out of freshly fallen snow. The world seemed so pure covered in a gentle white blanket.

Clint went back inside, muttering to himself, so that he could put his coffee in the microwave and heat it back up. Natasha hated reheated coffee. It always tasted burnt to her.

A cold wind blew and Natasha shivered, trying to pull the blanket tighter around her, but it was already as tight as it was going to get. Natasha closed her eyes and relaxed for a moment, breathing in the piny scent of the forest and the slowly fading smell of coffee. She loved this little cabin she and Clint had. Far off in the mountains, it was beautiful, quiet and secluded, and it was the perfect place to spend winter. The town was a ten minute drive away, and it only had a population of about 200, which meant that there weren't too many people nosing about in Natasha's life.

Something cold landed on Natasha's cheek and her eyes sprung open. Snow was falling steadily from the clouds. Natasha let out a childish giggle and stuck her tongue out to catch a snowflake.

"And you said it wasn't going to snow," Clint interrupted, coming back out on the balcony.

"Where's your coffee?" Natasha asked, ignoring him.

"It tasted weird reheated." Clint saw Natasha's expression and tried to make up an excuse. "I think it's just that coffee that tastes bad reheated."
Natasha nodded. "Right."

Clint smiled at her. "The snowflakes make your hair look beautiful," he said softly.
Natasha smiled back at him and walked closer, wrapping her arms and the blanket around Clint's shoulders. "I thought I'd better do this before you start whinging that you're cold."

Clint chuckled. "Thank you," he breathed, his lips inches from Natasha's.

Then they were kissing as the snow fell around them. When they broke apart, Clint put his arm around Natasha's shoulders and they watched the snow fall.

"I used to do this when I was a kid," Clint said. "My mum and I wouldn't sit by the window for hours and watch the snow fall."

"Oh Hawkeye, you big softy," Natasha teased.

Clint kissed her temple and then rested his cheek on top of her snow covered red hair.

They stood side by side for at least an hour, watching the pure white snow cover the pine forest. They stood until they were both shivering and damp from the snow.

"Let's go inside and get changed, and then we can watch the snow fall from inside, where it's warm," Clint said, trying to lead Natasha back inside.

Instead, Natasha grabbed Clint's face and kissed him again. She couldn't imagine watching the snow fall with anyone else.

A/N: I hope you guys like this! :D