Passing Clint on her way out the door, Natasha made it almost to the corner of the house before she realised he wasn’t following. Turning around to chide him about being slow, the words died on her lips when she saw him sagging against the door and suddenly looking rather pale.
“Clint?” she called his name, already moving quickly back to his side. She watched him shake his head, saw the clear distress on his face. Something was definitely wrong. “What’s wrong?” Reaching him she laid a hand gently on his arm, and searched his face.
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Date: 2014-07-17 07:42 pm (UTC)From:“Clint?” she called his name, already moving quickly back to his side. She watched him shake his head, saw the clear distress on his face. Something was definitely wrong. “What’s wrong?” Reaching him she laid a hand gently on his arm, and searched his face.