Late Night Midol Run

Clint Barton absolutely hated being a good friend. He positively abhorred that dastardly sense of loyalty he felt towards his best-est friend in the entire world. He detested the fact that a few simple words from Natasha Romanoff would have him doing her bidding without a second thought - even something as silly as going out to buy her Midol and tampons. (cute/silly fic) :)