|“All the horrible things I did, how could you save me?”|
“It wasn't your fault. You didn't know what you were doing.”
Keep Him Safe"He's gonna come home."Keep Him Safe by Abboz
For a split second Sarah Jane thought about pretending not to know who the Time Lord meant, but that wasn't fair on Harry, and if she was honest it wasn't fair on herself either; she was proud of him and wouldn't deny herself this one moment with someone that knew him, that knew who he was to her. She held back a frown. "Doctor, please... I appreciate the sentiment, I do, but please don't give me false hope."
He tilted his head at her. "Time machine, remember? Sarah, he is going to come home."
Overcome with joyful breathlessness, her eyes started to water as she fought to regain the ability to speak. "Re...?"
At that, she could no longer hold back her tears. "Thank you." Just about managing to rein her emotions back in, she pressed her lips together in thought. She wanted to ask him to bring Harry home, but then it seemed that for whatever reason that wasn't allowed. But maybe she could still get the Doctor to do something. "Keep him safe, fo
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
We Understand Flight"Will is to hang at dusk if we don't return the pact," Robin explained, bursting into the camp. "He got blocked at one of the exits by the sheriff's men. Allan wasn't any help in our escape, but he might help us free Will."We Understand Flight by midnighttopha
"Well what are we going to do?" Djaq asked.
"We've got to get inside the dungeon. But the sheriff will be expecting us. Allan and Marian cannot do too much or they'll be found out, and I cannot risk handing the pact back over. There is no chance of us retrieving it later."
"The sheriff would be expecting a few or all of us to initiate rescue," John pointed out. "Either that or a fake pact."
"I'll go in alone," Djaq volunteered. "I could get in without being noticed."
Robin considered her for a moment. "You'll have to be quick about it," he said finally. "Keep your wits about you. If you get caught, you'll both die right then and there."
Djaq gathered her things and, after taking some advice and instructions from Robin, made her way through the forest to Nottingham.
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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