The view from their hotel room is spectacular. All of Paris spread out beneath them; its lights sparkling enticingly in the dark of the night. The view more than the luxury of the room (though it is considerable with a jacuzzi big enough to fit two in the marble and gold bathroom, and a vast bed with ridiculously high thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets) was the reason for Natasha picking it in the first place. Here, on the top floor of the tallest hotel she could find, with huge panorama windows making up the better part of one wall, Clint can get the perspective he needs to settle him. And god knows he needs settling.
Natasha loves Clint with all of her heart. No matter how much it pains her to use that word so explicitly. But, ever since she came back from the dead -- after he'd spent two weeks grieving her -- he's been driving her up the goddamn wall. It's not that she doesn't understand his need to know where she is at all times (preferably having her within his line of sight), because she understand just fine. It's that he is
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Sometimes, Natasha thinks it a shame that she didn't know Clint when he was younger. Of course, if they'd gotten to know each other earlier, then he probably would've been dead by her hand by now. Not because she would've wanted to kill her, but because she would've been younger too and unable to hide her bond with him. When the Red Room found out-- When Ivan found out, she has no doubts that she'd be ordered to kill him. And she would have to. Probably would've cried herself to sleep after, but she would've done it. Because orders are orders.
Keeping herself from touching Clint is surprisingly difficult. Ever since Loki returned her to Clint, they've been in pretty much constant physical contact and giving it up now leaves a steady ache beneath her ribs. Instead of running a hand over his shoulders, she curls her hands up into fists against her thighs and keeps them there.
"I bet you did, and I bet you were the most impressive thing there that night." Briefly, she wonders if he's aware of the fact that they're actually having a
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His life would likely have gone a completely different way if he'd gotten to know her earlier. If it was Nat that stepped into his life instead of Phil--there's no telling where either of them would be. Likely dead under SHIELD's hands, because he would have been so impossibly infatuated with her when he was younger, he would have followed her around the globe. And they would have killed people together, sunk deeper into that spiral they both took separately, except there wouldn't be someone waiting to pull them out
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Back in the day, Natasha probably would've made a pretty crap friend for an uncertain teenager trying to find his place in life. She was always selfish and not accustomed to playing nice with others. She would've pushed all of his boundaries and made him prove over and over again that he'd do anything for her with the threat of their friendship being revoked hanging over his head. But, knowing him might've changed all that with time
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She would have been a disaster for him, because he would have done anything for her friendship. He would have gone to the edge time and time again for her, proving as much as he could that he was hers so very completely, that he would do anything she asked and all he would have taken in payment and retribution was her affection and praise. He was so starved for affection and wanted so desperately for someone to tell him he was doing something right
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His willingness to cross every line and break every rule for her would only have urged her on. They would've left a path of destruction a mile wide in their wake and anyone wanting to find them need only follow the bodies. It wouldn't have ended well for the two of them, but they would've had a lot of fun together at least
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It wouldn't have ended well, but in the meantime they would have had the pleasure of watching the world burn between them. And he would have done trick after trick for her, taken shot after shot and killed more and more if it meant that she smiled at him, that she gave him that approval and her friendship which he would have so desired. So craved. It is, most likely, better that they didn't meet that way. Or their foray with SHIELD would have likely ended much faster, and much more suddenly than it did.
The promise does more to soothe him than anything else, the slow,steady, familiar cadence of her voice that he maintains can't be faked. Not to him at least. It's her and she's here and she's alive and he has to get through this. He swallows, tries to refocus, tries to drag himself to the thought of Sofia and her tigers, the swipe of scars that crossed her olive skin. Christ, but he hasn't thought of her in yearsClint lets out a snort at her second question--settling now, because he can hear her walking (even as he knows she's doing
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Natasha loves Clint with all of her heart. No matter how much it pains her to use that word so explicitly. But, ever since she came back from the dead -- after he'd spent two weeks grieving her -- he's been driving her up the goddamn wall. It's not that she doesn't understand his need to know where she is at all times (preferably having her within his line of sight), because she understand just fine. It's that he is ( ... )
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Keeping herself from touching Clint is surprisingly difficult. Ever since Loki returned her to Clint, they've been in pretty much constant physical contact and giving it up now leaves a steady ache beneath her ribs. Instead of running a hand over his shoulders, she curls her hands up into fists against her thighs and keeps them there.
"I bet you did, and I bet you were the most impressive thing there that night." Briefly, she wonders if he's aware of the fact that they're actually having a ( ... )
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The promise does more to soothe him than anything else, the slow,steady, familiar cadence of her voice that he maintains can't be faked. Not to him at least. It's her and she's here and she's alive and he has to get through this. He swallows, tries to refocus, tries to drag himself to the thought of Sofia and her tigers, the swipe of scars that crossed her olive skin. Christ, but he hasn't thought of her in yearsClint lets out a snort at her second question--settling now, because he can hear her walking (even as he knows she's doing ( ... )
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