He held her so tight she could do little more but press herself against his back and remind him that she was there as much and for as long as he needed her.
When he started talking she didn’t interrupt, didn’t say a word, just kissed the back of his neck softly and quietly listened. She didn’t push, but he continued talking anyway, and once he started he kept going no matter how hard his body trembled, how choked his voice got. It was time, it was finally time for him to open up and let it all out, and Natasha was glad she was able to be there for it, for him. Maybe she should have tried to make him talk sooner, but she knew better than anyone what he was going through. She knew he had needed the time to come to terms with it himself, but more than that he had had to trust her enough to let himself be this vulnerable, to let her see the things that terrified him, the things even he didn’t want to face.
She also knew he felt guilty about everything he told Loki about her, some things she had admitted only to Clint, had only trusted him enough to tell him. She didn’t blame him, though, not for an instant. She hated that Loki knew all about her sordid past, but she couldn’t blame Clint for telling him, not knowing what she knew about being brainwashed.
When he finally seemed to run out of words, when he said her name, she finally responded.
“I know, baby. I know,” she said softly, kissing his tense shoulders, the back of his neck. She left it at that for now just in case he had more to say, not wanting to cut him off if he still needed to talk.
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Date: 2013-11-18 12:06 am (UTC)From:When he started talking she didn’t interrupt, didn’t say a word, just kissed the back of his neck softly and quietly listened. She didn’t push, but he continued talking anyway, and once he started he kept going no matter how hard his body trembled, how choked his voice got. It was time, it was finally time for him to open up and let it all out, and Natasha was glad she was able to be there for it, for him. Maybe she should have tried to make him talk sooner, but she knew better than anyone what he was going through. She knew he had needed the time to come to terms with it himself, but more than that he had had to trust her enough to let himself be this vulnerable, to let her see the things that terrified him, the things even he didn’t want to face.
She also knew he felt guilty about everything he told Loki about her, some things she had admitted only to Clint, had only trusted him enough to tell him. She didn’t blame him, though, not for an instant. She hated that Loki knew all about her sordid past, but she couldn’t blame Clint for telling him, not knowing what she knew about being brainwashed.
When he finally seemed to run out of words, when he said her name, she finally responded.
“I know, baby. I know,” she said softly, kissing his tense shoulders, the back of his neck. She left it at that for now just in case he had more to say, not wanting to cut him off if he still needed to talk.