Clint awoke startling, jerking away in the first moment, because a warning whisper in the back of his head told him that it wasn't wise to let her touch him. That was how you ended up with a knife in your back and coughing blood for two weeks.
But then it was Natasha's voice and Natasha's well-known shape pressing into his, her smell and warmth... And finally he could actually feel himself back in this room that had been just out of reach in this gruesome last minutes.
His cheeks were still rough and damp but he could always blame that on too much sweating. He turned to her anyway and wrapped his arm around her, hiding his face against her shoulder while the fear, the anger, the disgust from already fading memories passed. Slowly. Very slowly.
"Are you okay?" He had no idea why he asked, that damn dream hadn't even been about her, but he had to know anyway, he had to know she was feeling alright and everything was like the evening before, that there was still light and hope... "The baby, I mean... Are you alright?"
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But then it was Natasha's voice and Natasha's well-known shape pressing into his, her smell and warmth... And finally he could actually feel himself back in this room that had been just out of reach in this gruesome last minutes.
His cheeks were still rough and damp but he could always blame that on too much sweating. He turned to her anyway and wrapped his arm around her, hiding his face against her shoulder while the fear, the anger, the disgust from already fading memories passed. Slowly. Very slowly.
"Are you okay?" He had no idea why he asked, that damn dream hadn't even been about her, but he had to know anyway, he had to know she was feeling alright and everything was like the evening before, that there was still light and hope... "The baby, I mean... Are you alright?"