His arms around her tightened for a long moment, a silent, thankful acknowledgment and an answer he didn't need to give her. Not the whole time, not when she knew it, had known it for years.
He focused and anchored his mind on that beautiful smile of hers, the way she looked at him now, tonight, sometimes when she had thought he would not see, before today. And from now on more often hopefully. Things were alright, he just had to hold on to that security.
She was here, with him, he had not hurt her when he had been asked to. These things were over, if there was anything he thankfully took with him from these fucking evaluation bullshit and therapy appointments, it was that. The people with S.H.I.E.L.D. still didn't really trust him but Natasha did, and that was he needed most to move on. New York... was over and he sure as hell wouldn't be silly enough to get himself into another situations like this ever again.
She would be safe with him. Nothing to worry about.
But when he closed his eyes, trying to relax his still stiff muscles, he was faced with the ghostly image of a cruel smile right before his eyes, the faint blue glowing around it threatening to ice cold radiate through his body again, and he sighed, frustrated. It wasn't fear of the future still weighing on his mind, it was the past that just wouldn't fucking shut up.
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Date: 2013-11-16 03:17 pm (UTC)From:He focused and anchored his mind on that beautiful smile of hers, the way she looked at him now, tonight, sometimes when she had thought he would not see, before today. And from now on more often hopefully.
Things were alright, he just had to hold on to that security.
She was here, with him, he had not hurt her when he had been asked to. These things were over, if there was anything he thankfully took with him from these fucking evaluation bullshit and therapy appointments, it was that. The people with S.H.I.E.L.D. still didn't really trust him but Natasha did, and that was he needed most to move on.
New York... was over and he sure as hell wouldn't be silly enough to get himself into another situations like this ever again.
She would be safe with him. Nothing to worry about.
But when he closed his eyes, trying to relax his still stiff muscles, he was faced with the ghostly image of a cruel smile right before his eyes, the faint blue glowing around it threatening to ice cold radiate through his body again, and he sighed, frustrated. It wasn't fear of the future still weighing on his mind, it was the past that just wouldn't fucking shut up.
"Think I'll just stay awake for a while longer."