Past the Mission - locked to nolongeracarny

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She couldn't help wondering how much more blood a living person could lose before they weren't so living anymore. She'd been though this before so many times she'd lost count. No, that was a lie she never forgot when someone died on her watch. She got on with her life and eventually they faded away. The job always came first. Always.

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[nolongeracarny]

It's not that he didn't notice being hit, he had. No, it was more of the matter that it hurt like a bitch and he needed to help Natasha. They needed to get out of there... However, it wasn't going as planned and they were moving. Even as they were getting the hell out of there.

He was slowly losing sight of where they were going. "Tasha?" It's hoarse and almost too quiet but he needed something. Anything to make him realize that he wasn't dead already. Especially when the pain was starting to ebb away and that wasn't good.

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She's seen that look in people's eyes before. It's never ever a good look. She reaches her hand up to his chin to draw his attention. Tasha has more of his blood on her hands than her own. "Clint. Focus. Stay awake."

Tasha looks around frantically, her eyes landing on an old woman she looks horrified by what she's witnessing. She spits out the words doctor and emergency in Hungarian only to be met with a terrified headshake. Tasha knows why. Most of the doctors in this part of town weren't exactly legit, and any of of them would just let Clint die and turn Natasha over to their target. Not the best plan.

"A nurse, a paramedic, a God damned veterinarian! Now!" All this panicking probably isn't helping Clint's near shock state, is it?

[nolongeracarny]

Her words slam through his clouded mind. Though it's almost not enough to keep him awake. What does is all of the panicking. Not just the panicking but the way Natasha is yelling. It seems through his clouded mind and he goes to pull away. However, he eventually thinks better of since standing on his own two feet isn't an option right now.

Vet? "They're not going to help and you know it."

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"He doesn't own everyone." She spits back at Clint as she eases him down on one of the old cots. Again she looks at the old woman who's watching them. Natasha takes a few deep breaths, unable to bring herself to leave Clint's side. If she walks away and he dies...

No. No way in hell is he dying. Not here. Not now.

She switches to Hungarian again as she speaks to the woman. It's sloppy and broken. Natasha isn't great with details or thinking ahead when under real pressure. "Please. There has to be someone who we can trust."

[nolongeracarny]

There's a slight smile out of him as he watches her. It doesn't reach his eyes but it's close enough. That smile only widens a bit when she kisses him.

"What're you thanking me for?" He didn't need thanked. Not as far as he was concerned at any rate.

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She never noticed before how infrequently Clint is happy. Sure, he jokes and teases and laughs, but he's not happy. That smile there is the closest she's seen in far too long.

"Everything." She shifts herself around so she can look in his eyes without having to lay on him. Somehow Natasha find herself staring, blissfully gazing into him eyes like she's some sort of smitten school girl. "I mean. I never thanked you for not killing me, for giving me another chance when everyone thought I was a lost cause." She reaches her hand up again, her thumb running over the side of his face so softly he may not be able to feel it. "I wouldn't be what I am today without you in my life, Clint."

[nolongeracarny]

Not too many people do notice how unhappy he can get. That's just how he likes it. Or maybe there's a lot more to it than that. There was really no telling where he was concerned. When she turns to look at him he does what he's been wanting to do for a while now. If she hits him then oh well...

He kisses her. "You don't ever have to thank me, Natasha," he says softly. "Not for anything."

Lookit me, getting verbose >.>

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Natasha has always noticed things about him few others don't. She will blame it on being teamed together so often, a side effect of being 'partners' but she knows that's a lie. If she was truly honest with herself, Tasha would admit why she feels so indebted to Clint.

But she won't. She's not brave enough to do that.

The kiss takes her off guard. Soft, warm and sweet and unlike she imagined kissing him would be like. Yes, she's fantasized about this happening before. In her head he was more forceful and take charge, from the first kiss right down to the sex there would be nothing soft, tender or subtle about it. That's what she gets for thinking she knows him so well.

Tasha kisses him back, amazed at how simple a gesture can make feelings inside her boil up so fast she has no hope of hiding them from him. "Let me show you." She whispers, her tone pleading as she moves her lips down to his neck.

"Please? Clint, I want..." You.