Catharsis
Title:Catharsis
Fandom:The Avengers
Cahracters:Clint/Natasha
Author:I_llbedammned
Word Count:500
Rating:G
Warnings: None
Summary:Natasha finds Clint while he is on the run, just a bit of fluff.
Challenge: Pillow, 067
When Natasha found him in the middle of the jungle Clint wanted to fire back angry statements about how she shouldn't be stalking him. He wanted to send her back home and do everything on his own. She was only putting herself and him both at risk be being here. How dare she assume he owed her any answers!
In his head he repeated this mantra weakly, but no sound escaped his lips. Instead his shoulders sagged and his arm dropped away from her throat. He sat down on his couch and felt utterly defeated.
"I guess that's it then, you're here to bring me back to SHEILD, right?"
Natasha's gaze softened and she took a seat next to him on the couch. She shook her head, "No. Clint, I was worried. You took off in the middle of the night without any explanation. I thought you were killed or kidnapped. I set off to avenge you; I never thought that I'd find you in the middle of the jungle living in a tiny hovel barely scraping by."
"Nat, I-"
She silenced him with a hand to his shoulder, calming and reassuring, "You don't owe me any explanation. We moved past explanations a long time ago. All I want to know is what I can do to help."
Something in him broke at that moment. Maybe it was seeing her here after so long being away, maybe it was the knowledge that he wasn't as well hidden as he thought he was, maybe his mind just needed to let go of the emotions he had been holding in. Whatever the case may be Clint started talking and fast.
They talked well into the night; well Clint talked and Natasha listened. She didn't judge him, no matter the people he'd had to kill or the choices he had made. He felt safe for the first time in a long time; even though he knew that this was one of the few people in this world that had more blood in her past than he did. Somewhere along the way he fell asleep.
He wasn't even sure he did until the morning light came to him, shining through his eyelids. His eyes shot open in shock and saw that he had fallen asleep on Natasha's chest as they both had sprawled out on the couch in complete emotional exhaustion. He had to admit that she made a very comfy pillow. He smiled, mostly to himself as he looked up at her peaceful sleeping, admiring the way that the light softened her features. She was beautiful even now with her hair a mess and her mouth agape as she slept, the kind of beauty that came when someone was truly relaxed and was just being themselves. It wasn't often he got to wake up in such a gentle way and he savored the moment while it lasted, keeping the image for when times got dark and he needed something to push him through.
Fandom:The Avengers
Cahracters:Clint/Natasha
Author:I_llbedammned
Word Count:500
Rating:G
Warnings: None
Summary:Natasha finds Clint while he is on the run, just a bit of fluff.
Challenge: Pillow, 067
When Natasha found him in the middle of the jungle Clint wanted to fire back angry statements about how she shouldn't be stalking him. He wanted to send her back home and do everything on his own. She was only putting herself and him both at risk be being here. How dare she assume he owed her any answers!
In his head he repeated this mantra weakly, but no sound escaped his lips. Instead his shoulders sagged and his arm dropped away from her throat. He sat down on his couch and felt utterly defeated.
"I guess that's it then, you're here to bring me back to SHEILD, right?"
Natasha's gaze softened and she took a seat next to him on the couch. She shook her head, "No. Clint, I was worried. You took off in the middle of the night without any explanation. I thought you were killed or kidnapped. I set off to avenge you; I never thought that I'd find you in the middle of the jungle living in a tiny hovel barely scraping by."
"Nat, I-"
She silenced him with a hand to his shoulder, calming and reassuring, "You don't owe me any explanation. We moved past explanations a long time ago. All I want to know is what I can do to help."
Something in him broke at that moment. Maybe it was seeing her here after so long being away, maybe it was the knowledge that he wasn't as well hidden as he thought he was, maybe his mind just needed to let go of the emotions he had been holding in. Whatever the case may be Clint started talking and fast.
They talked well into the night; well Clint talked and Natasha listened. She didn't judge him, no matter the people he'd had to kill or the choices he had made. He felt safe for the first time in a long time; even though he knew that this was one of the few people in this world that had more blood in her past than he did. Somewhere along the way he fell asleep.
He wasn't even sure he did until the morning light came to him, shining through his eyelids. His eyes shot open in shock and saw that he had fallen asleep on Natasha's chest as they both had sprawled out on the couch in complete emotional exhaustion. He had to admit that she made a very comfy pillow. He smiled, mostly to himself as he looked up at her peaceful sleeping, admiring the way that the light softened her features. She was beautiful even now with her hair a mess and her mouth agape as she slept, the kind of beauty that came when someone was truly relaxed and was just being themselves. It wasn't often he got to wake up in such a gentle way and he savored the moment while it lasted, keeping the image for when times got dark and he needed something to push him through.