Clint grimaced a little but followed the advise without protest, mostly because he wanted to get Natasha to a doctor as quickly as possible and not argue about such a stupid thing instead. Also, he tended to be a little paranoid and extra careful with his hands since they were his most important assets. So living with a little burning from a handful of disinfection it was.
It was still early enough and the car wasn't too heated, fortunately, also the ride to the hospital was a short one from what he remembered. He tried to recall for a second why he knew that, what kind of business he had had there before, but dismissed the thought when it wouldn't form. Really no time for that right now.
He mostly made it to keep his eyes on the street and not suffocate Natasha with worried looks all the time but it wasn't easy. That fleeting, ice cold panic from before was still dancing in the back of his head, as much as he tried to keep it out, and the way Natasha acted didn't help. He had never seen her so eager and terrified to see a doctor at the same time. He felt a little like their little passenger who broke the silence with an ongoing litany of heartbreaking meows and reached a little paw through the bars of the grate from time to time. Highly confused, caged in something that was too big and terrifying to grasp and unable to put his fear into words.
But he didn't want to leave Natasha alone with this either, not when she was clearly uneasy herself. He didn't trust his unsteady hands and rather kept both of them on the wheel, just reached out to shortly brush her hand at a red traffic light. As long as she didn't bring it up herself, he didn't want to ask her. He just wanted to remind her that she could, anytime.
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It was still early enough and the car wasn't too heated, fortunately, also the ride to the hospital was a short one from what he remembered. He tried to recall for a second why he knew that, what kind of business he had had there before, but dismissed the thought when it wouldn't form. Really no time for that right now.
He mostly made it to keep his eyes on the street and not suffocate Natasha with worried looks all the time but it wasn't easy. That fleeting, ice cold panic from before was still dancing in the back of his head, as much as he tried to keep it out, and the way Natasha acted didn't help. He had never seen her so eager and terrified to see a doctor at the same time. He felt a little like their little passenger who broke the silence with an ongoing litany of heartbreaking meows and reached a little paw through the bars of the grate from time to time. Highly confused, caged in something that was too big and terrifying to grasp and unable to put his fear into words.
But he didn't want to leave Natasha alone with this either, not when she was clearly uneasy herself. He didn't trust his unsteady hands and rather kept both of them on the wheel, just reached out to shortly brush her hand at a red traffic light. As long as she didn't bring it up herself, he didn't want to ask her. He just wanted to remind her that she could, anytime.
"You know that I'm there for you, right? Always."