Exam tomorrow. So, more procrastination:
Blood and Tears Your tears haven’t been your own since you were very young. They have been a weapon, they have been a shield, and they have been a tool. You will cry for the mission but you never cry for yourself. (886 words, Natasha/Clint friendship/partnership/love/whatever complicated thing it is they are to each other)
(I have studied. Really. I promise. If I haven't managed to pound this crap into my brain yet, I deserve to fail.)