Natasha watched Clint closely as he spoke, taking in every twitch and tick. He was putting on a good show of being composed but she could see how much this had affected him, just how thin his control was wearing. Shifting in her seat she pressed her knee against his beneath the table.
“This doesn’t change anything,” she said, and if he met her eyes he would see nothing but fierce determination within. “We will be on that flight tomorrow.”
She would do whatever it took to make it happen. If he needed a supervisor with him then she didn’t care about seniority or fraternization or anything else; she would convince Fury that she was the only supervision that Clint needed and get him to make it official. She knew this was what he needed to get better, that she was what he needed. If Fury wanted Clint back to his top agent status again then this was the route that needed to be taken.
“Let’s not worry about it tonight. There are so many other things we could do instead...”
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“This doesn’t change anything,” she said, and if he met her eyes he would see nothing but fierce determination within. “We will be on that flight tomorrow.”
She would do whatever it took to make it happen. If he needed a supervisor with him then she didn’t care about seniority or fraternization or anything else; she would convince Fury that she was the only supervision that Clint needed and get him to make it official. She knew this was what he needed to get better, that she was what he needed. If Fury wanted Clint back to his top agent status again then this was the route that needed to be taken.
“Let’s not worry about it tonight. There are so many other things we could do instead...”