Avengers (2012): "Waking Up (6/6)" (Gen, Pre-Clint/Natasha)
Title: Waking Up (6/6)
Author/Artist: Koren M. (cybermathwitch)
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were, there'd already be a Black Widow/Hawkeye movie.
Pairing: Gen (pre-Clint/Natasha)
Rating: R
Warnings: thoughts that could be considered passively suicidal
Spoilers: none
Type: Completed
Word Count: 300
Summary: Everyone starts somewhere. Everyone has a beginning. Everyone is made up of their experiences. Everyone wakes up. Part of "The Weight of Us": the moments leading up to "Shot in the Dark".
Author's Notes:
Many many thanks to kadollan for the beta on the final version of this thing, and thanks to lar_laughs, SidheRa, and anuna_81 for looking over earlier versions of this material.
RE: WARNINGS - PLEASE READ: These are moments from Clint and Natasha's past, the early memories (or lack there-of) that lead up to Shot in the Dark. As you can imagine, bad things happened. Nothing is terribly graphic (no more graphic than things that happened in Shot in the Dark, anyway, I don't think) - but please use your best judgement when reading. If you have any questions about the warnings, please leave me a comment or shoot me an email (I'm cybermathwitch(at)gmail(dot)com) and I'll do my best to answer them.
Warnings are specific to the chapter they're listed on, and while each chapter is a piece of the puzzle, there's not a linear narrative, so each chapter makes sense on it's own if you feel you need or want to skip one.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
She first noticed him in Bern, the sense of someone watching her itching across the back of her neck. Marrakesh had still been a sticky sweetness in the back of her mouth, the feeling of being out of control lingering on her tongue, behind her eyes, in her hands.
Any number of people could've been sent for her. Red Room, CIA, former KGB, the Chinese, MI5, SHIELD - countless more governments or private contractors because she had worked for and against them all.
She covered her hair, changed her clothes, and slipped out a side exit to go buy hair dye that would change her coloring red to blonde. A small thing, but it was the small things that made the biggest difference.
Even after the change, she could feel him, feel his eyes on the back of her neck: in Munich, in Krakow, in Antwerp, in Nice. He moved fast and she moved faster, but every so often she could circle back around and get a sense of where he'd been. She didn't know his name, but she thought back to the fire and the other agents (all dead) and SHIELD made the most sense.
They'd finally found someone that could track her... track her. It was a sign, it was an omen she couldn't deny, and she wasn't even a superstitious woman by nature.
*****
She wakes up in Paris three days after a close call in Venice and thinks that today might be the day. She goes down to the hotel gym for a run because she's tired of running, tired of playing this stupid game. He'll come to her and she'll ask and he'll answer, with either a word or a bullet and she no longer thinks she entirely cares which one.
Author/Artist: Koren M. (cybermathwitch)
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were, there'd already be a Black Widow/Hawkeye movie.
Pairing: Gen (pre-Clint/Natasha)
Rating: R
Warnings: thoughts that could be considered passively suicidal
Spoilers: none
Type: Completed
Word Count: 300
Summary: Everyone starts somewhere. Everyone has a beginning. Everyone is made up of their experiences. Everyone wakes up. Part of "The Weight of Us": the moments leading up to "Shot in the Dark".
Author's Notes:
Many many thanks to kadollan for the beta on the final version of this thing, and thanks to lar_laughs, SidheRa, and anuna_81 for looking over earlier versions of this material.
RE: WARNINGS - PLEASE READ: These are moments from Clint and Natasha's past, the early memories (or lack there-of) that lead up to Shot in the Dark. As you can imagine, bad things happened. Nothing is terribly graphic (no more graphic than things that happened in Shot in the Dark, anyway, I don't think) - but please use your best judgement when reading. If you have any questions about the warnings, please leave me a comment or shoot me an email (I'm cybermathwitch(at)gmail(dot)com) and I'll do my best to answer them.
Warnings are specific to the chapter they're listed on, and while each chapter is a piece of the puzzle, there's not a linear narrative, so each chapter makes sense on it's own if you feel you need or want to skip one.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
She first noticed him in Bern, the sense of someone watching her itching across the back of her neck. Marrakesh had still been a sticky sweetness in the back of her mouth, the feeling of being out of control lingering on her tongue, behind her eyes, in her hands.
Any number of people could've been sent for her. Red Room, CIA, former KGB, the Chinese, MI5, SHIELD - countless more governments or private contractors because she had worked for and against them all.
She covered her hair, changed her clothes, and slipped out a side exit to go buy hair dye that would change her coloring red to blonde. A small thing, but it was the small things that made the biggest difference.
Even after the change, she could feel him, feel his eyes on the back of her neck: in Munich, in Krakow, in Antwerp, in Nice. He moved fast and she moved faster, but every so often she could circle back around and get a sense of where he'd been. She didn't know his name, but she thought back to the fire and the other agents (all dead) and SHIELD made the most sense.
They'd finally found someone that could track her... track her. It was a sign, it was an omen she couldn't deny, and she wasn't even a superstitious woman by nature.
*****
She wakes up in Paris three days after a close call in Venice and thinks that today might be the day. She goes down to the hotel gym for a run because she's tired of running, tired of playing this stupid game. He'll come to her and she'll ask and he'll answer, with either a word or a bullet and she no longer thinks she entirely cares which one.