She leaned into his touch, missing it already when he dropped his hand, but his fingers were still entwined with hers and she held on tightly.
“You gave me a choice. I didn’t get a lot of those in my life,” she said, her free hand moving to grasp his shirt at the side of his waist, fisting the material in her hand. She had been little better than a soulless machine, built to do whatever she was told and never once did she disobey. Clint had given her the choice, to live or to die, to try a new life or give up all together. Even in her state of grief she had never been one to give up.
The thing about Natasha was that even though she had done so many horrible things in her life she didn’t waste her time with regret. She didn’t wish to go back and change things, she only wished to atone however she could now. Her past was a part of her and she clung to what memories she had, but she preferred to live in the present. Only now was she realising there was also the future to look forward to.
She did want it, she did want to be with him, but before she could form the words he was talking again. He was telling her he loved her, again and again, and she felt her heart hammering and her breath becoming shorter but... she wasn’t afraid anymore. Love didn’t have to be a luxury only the child she had been could afford. It didn’t have to be a weakness nor a fantasy. Love could be real, even for someone like her.
She moved her hand to the side of his face as well, unable to stop herself from leaning forward to kiss him. She kissed him briefly, twice, three times; she didn’t have the breath to make it longer, he had taken her breath away. Maybe she could do the same. “I love you too.”
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Date: 2013-02-11 02:22 am (UTC)From:“You gave me a choice. I didn’t get a lot of those in my life,” she said, her free hand moving to grasp his shirt at the side of his waist, fisting the material in her hand. She had been little better than a soulless machine, built to do whatever she was told and never once did she disobey. Clint had given her the choice, to live or to die, to try a new life or give up all together. Even in her state of grief she had never been one to give up.
The thing about Natasha was that even though she had done so many horrible things in her life she didn’t waste her time with regret. She didn’t wish to go back and change things, she only wished to atone however she could now. Her past was a part of her and she clung to what memories she had, but she preferred to live in the present. Only now was she realising there was also the future to look forward to.
She did want it, she did want to be with him, but before she could form the words he was talking again. He was telling her he loved her, again and again, and she felt her heart hammering and her breath becoming shorter but... she wasn’t afraid anymore. Love didn’t have to be a luxury only the child she had been could afford. It didn’t have to be a weakness nor a fantasy. Love could be real, even for someone like her.
She moved her hand to the side of his face as well, unable to stop herself from leaning forward to kiss him. She kissed him briefly, twice, three times; she didn’t have the breath to make it longer, he had taken her breath away. Maybe she could do the same. “I love you too.”