He was patient, he listened, but it hurt. He hurt for her.
He knew her past, he'd been the one they'd sent her files to, he'd been the one to hunt her done, he'd watched her break in half and he'd made a call off his own back. He'd chose to save the wreck and help rebuild it.
He knew her past, but knowing and experiencing it were two different things. He had no sickening love story, just handfulls of countless women he'd gone through during his time being a traitor and trying to reform.
Clint waited until she was finished, took a deep breath and had to take a moment to realise what she'd said before he was moving, turning his body to face her, hand reaching for hers to interlink their fingers, his other hand moved to her cheek, swiping a thumb under one red eye and bit his lip.
"You saved yourself. You wanted it as much as I didn't want to kill you. You made the call to come with me, you put your life in the hands of a man you'd only just met, one who was on order to destroy you." He paused, let his hand drop from her cheek to her knee, squeezing it softly.
"Listen, all of that, it's the past and we can't change that, no matter how hard you wish you could, there's nothing you can do. But this.." He nodded down to their hands, flexing his fingers softly. "This is your future if you want it."
She hadn't said it back, not that one word but what she had said made his heart pound against his ribcage. "I love you, everything about you and.. I tried to stop myself from falling that deep because I knew you wouldn't accept it but, it was too late, by the time I realised it it was too late and I couldn't do anything about it." He shifted closer, his hand moving from her knee back to her face, cupping her cheek in his hand as he ran his tumb along her skin softly. "I love you Tasha.. completely and stupidly in love with you."
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He knew her past, he'd been the one they'd sent her files to, he'd been the one to hunt her done, he'd watched her break in half and he'd made a call off his own back. He'd chose to save the wreck and help rebuild it.
He knew her past, but knowing and experiencing it were two different things. He had no sickening love story, just handfulls of countless women he'd gone through during his time being a traitor and trying to reform.
Clint waited until she was finished, took a deep breath and had to take a moment to realise what she'd said before he was moving, turning his body to face her, hand reaching for hers to interlink their fingers, his other hand moved to her cheek, swiping a thumb under one red eye and bit his lip.
"You saved yourself. You wanted it as much as I didn't want to kill you. You made the call to come with me, you put your life in the hands of a man you'd only just met, one who was on order to destroy you." He paused, let his hand drop from her cheek to her knee, squeezing it softly.
"Listen, all of that, it's the past and we can't change that, no matter how hard you wish you could, there's nothing you can do. But this.." He nodded down to their hands, flexing his fingers softly. "This is your future if you want it."
She hadn't said it back, not that one word but what she had said made his heart pound against his ribcage. "I love you, everything about you and.. I tried to stop myself from falling that deep because I knew you wouldn't accept it but, it was too late, by the time I realised it it was too late and I couldn't do anything about it." He shifted closer, his hand moving from her knee back to her face, cupping her cheek in his hand as he ran his tumb along her skin softly. "I love you Tasha.. completely and stupidly in love with you."