She felt him flinch under her hand, and a stab or hurt and anger ran through her. If she could, if it was within her ability, she would kill Loki for what he had done to Clint. Screw Thor and justice and anyone else that might argue against it, she would have his head on a platter. Wherever he was right now she hoped it was a cold, dark prison with daily tortures for every life he took or altered those few days he was on earth.
Natasha wasn’t sure how to feel about being Clint’s only reason to keep going. For now she could do it, for now she could do anything he needed, but eventually he would have to learn to enjoy other things in life again. He would have to see the beauty in the world amongst all the ugliness. He was everything to her, but they couldn’t become completely codependent upon each other, it wasn’t healthy.
Her touch softened when he leaned into her hand, and she placed a soft kiss to his forehead before resting hers against it. They would get through this, she had faith in him, in them.
Then he had to go and keep talking.
Natasha instantly pulled back and her hand tightened painfully on his jaw.
“Don’t you say that. Don’t you ever say that,” she warned, her voice dipping to the dangerous tone he should know all too well. “You know that is not what Fury expected. That is not how S.H.I.E.L.D. works. I grew up in that, where my life meant nothing and was only worth what information I could steal and what lives I could take. I was expected to die before ever getting caught. I should have killed myself before ever letting you take me.”
Roughly she pushed his head back and got hastily off his lap, striding away a few paces. “A good soldier fights, a good soldier doesn’t roll over and die, not in America. Steve would have your head for that.” Her accent had slipped in her anger, a bit of the old Russian shining through. “If I ever thought you were even considering it I would kill you myself.”
With that she stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.
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Date: 2014-03-26 01:19 pm (UTC)From:Natasha wasn’t sure how to feel about being Clint’s only reason to keep going. For now she could do it, for now she could do anything he needed, but eventually he would have to learn to enjoy other things in life again. He would have to see the beauty in the world amongst all the ugliness. He was everything to her, but they couldn’t become completely codependent upon each other, it wasn’t healthy.
Her touch softened when he leaned into her hand, and she placed a soft kiss to his forehead before resting hers against it. They would get through this, she had faith in him, in them.
Then he had to go and keep talking.
Natasha instantly pulled back and her hand tightened painfully on his jaw.
“Don’t you say that. Don’t you ever say that,” she warned, her voice dipping to the dangerous tone he should know all too well. “You know that is not what Fury expected. That is not how S.H.I.E.L.D. works. I grew up in that, where my life meant nothing and was only worth what information I could steal and what lives I could take. I was expected to die before ever getting caught. I should have killed myself before ever letting you take me.”
Roughly she pushed his head back and got hastily off his lap, striding away a few paces. “A good soldier fights, a good soldier doesn’t roll over and die, not in America. Steve would have your head for that.” Her accent had slipped in her anger, a bit of the old Russian shining through. “If I ever thought you were even considering it I would kill you myself.”
With that she stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.