This time it had been Natasha to turn their conversation in a more serious direction, but she found it almost freeing, saying these things they had kept to themselves for years. She had never been an honest person, her life was built upon dishonesty, but with Clint she didn’t want that, she didn’t want to be false with him ever again.
Fighting was an art, like the most complicated and deadly of dances. Fighting, killing, deception; those were the arts in which Natasha had been instructed from a young age. Clint had been more functional, a soldier, a sniper, not an assassin trained in more methods of fighting and killing than most people even knew existed. “You were pretty formidable yourself,” she said, pressing back against him just a little tighter.
In the end it was his following words that really rang true. He had taken her from a life that had barely been a life at all, had given her something worth living for, had taught her how to live. He had helped her discover who she truly was under all the layers of programming. He had certainly played no small part in helping her become the woman she was today.
“You’re the same for me,” she said. She never bothered to think about what her life would have been like had she never met him as there was no point. Ultimately she was sure it wouldn’t have lasted much longer. She had grown tired, and sooner or later she would have let someone catch up to her and they wouldn’t have shown her mercy. She wouldn’t have wanted them to.
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Date: 2014-02-08 11:06 pm (UTC)From:Fighting was an art, like the most complicated and deadly of dances. Fighting, killing, deception; those were the arts in which Natasha had been instructed from a young age. Clint had been more functional, a soldier, a sniper, not an assassin trained in more methods of fighting and killing than most people even knew existed. “You were pretty formidable yourself,” she said, pressing back against him just a little tighter.
In the end it was his following words that really rang true. He had taken her from a life that had barely been a life at all, had given her something worth living for, had taught her how to live. He had helped her discover who she truly was under all the layers of programming. He had certainly played no small part in helping her become the woman she was today.
“You’re the same for me,” she said. She never bothered to think about what her life would have been like had she never met him as there was no point. Ultimately she was sure it wouldn’t have lasted much longer. She had grown tired, and sooner or later she would have let someone catch up to her and they wouldn’t have shown her mercy. She wouldn’t have wanted them to.