By the time she was done and there was nothing left to bring up Clint was already outside trying to talk. Sinking to the floor of the shower she drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, letting the water continue to rain down over her. She wanted to tell him to go away, that she just wanted to be alone, but she couldn’t make herself for the words. He hadn't run away, and that in itself had to count for something. The worry and desperation in his voice hit straight for her heart, and there was another part of her that wanted to hold him, wanted to be held.
Natasha was never someone to play silly games, not when it was important. The silent treatment was ridiculous, and pushing him away wouldn’t solve anything. As hurt as she was she knew they had to talk, and putting it off would only make her shut down, make her store away all the hurtful feelings. They had to deal with this head on, and they had to deal with it now.
“Come in,” she said, her voice choked. Her hair was already wet so she reached for the shampoo more to give her hands something to do than anything else. She didn’t try to stand, though; her legs still felt too shaky for that, and the last thing she needed right now was to appear even weaker than she probably already did.
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Date: 2014-03-26 10:43 pm (UTC)From:Natasha was never someone to play silly games, not when it was important. The silent treatment was ridiculous, and pushing him away wouldn’t solve anything. As hurt as she was she knew they had to talk, and putting it off would only make her shut down, make her store away all the hurtful feelings. They had to deal with this head on, and they had to deal with it now.
“Come in,” she said, her voice choked. Her hair was already wet so she reached for the shampoo more to give her hands something to do than anything else. She didn’t try to stand, though; her legs still felt too shaky for that, and the last thing she needed right now was to appear even weaker than she probably already did.