|“All the horrible things I did, how could you save me?”|
“It wasn't your fault. You didn't know what you were doing.”
Trust Saves“Hawkeye, can you hear me?”Trust Saves by Abboz
Clint grinned, turning his head to the right, instinctively drawn to the sound of his partner’s voice in his ear. “Yeah, what is it, Nat?”
“You’ve got to get out of there. Now.”
“What? Why?” He waited for a reply, but the connection wasn’t great and though she’d heard his words, Natasha was too busy listening for a sign that he was leaving as she ran to find him. There were none, just that steady, familiar voice. “What’s going on?”
“Forget the assignment. Listen to me and get out. Now, Barton. Get. Out.”
“Why? What is it? Talk to me, I don’t understand.”
“Don’t question it, just do it. There’s a bomb, and it’s going to blow any minute, any second; so if you don’t get out, just get out!” Silence; a silence that set her heart racing. “Barton, are you there? Please. Get out of there. Come on. You have
Like A Homing Pigeon“Djaq!” Will sprinted down the slope towards her, skidding slightly before regaining his balance. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he ran; he couldn’t explain why but he’d felt it in his heart that something wasn’t right, that she wasn’t alright, and now he could see her lying curled up on the forest floor. She wasn’t moving.Like A Homing Pigeon by Abboz
He fell to his knees at her side, placing his fingers against her neck to feel for a pulse. It was there, the gentle thrumming of her heart that told him she was alive, reassuring even if it didn’t make him relax. “Djaq? Djaq, talk to me. Please.” He lightly tapped her cheek with his fingertips, trying to be firm but refusing to hurt her. “Come on, just open your eyes, look at me.”
He stilled his hand as he saw her eyelashes flicker. “Hey, shh, shh, don’t move. Just look at me.” Waiting for her to open her eyes, he gently rubbed her cheek with his thumb, forci
The first thing Clint saw when he walked into the apartment was Natasha sitting on the ledge by the window. Her arms were around her knees, shoulders tense as she gazed through the window, though he knew all she could see was whatever horror that was playing in her mind.
Shutting the door, he walked straight to her, joining her on the ledge and wrapping his right arm around her shoulders to draw her into his side.
Feeling familiar arms surround her, she rested her head in the crook of his neck, relaxing into him and despite everything, just let him hold her as he desired. They sat in silence together for a long time, no words passing between them until she reached her left hand over to his, waiting for him to intertwine their fingers.
Happy to oblige his partner, he threaded his fingers between hers. “What is it, Tasha?”
“My memories have been coming back again, of what I... the assignments.” She felt him rub her shoulder with his thumb. “All the horrible things I did, how could you save me?”
Clint rested his head against hers as a gesture of solidarity and affection. “It wasn't your fault. You didn't know what you were doing.” After a few moments of silence, when it became clear that she wasn't sure how to respond, he gave her a light squeeze. “It's alright.” He turned his face towards her. “You're my partner. I need you.”
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