[It's almost funny, because out of the two of them, he's the one who thrives in wide open spaces. But Natasha needs range in her own way. She doesn't need distance, but she needs a way out. She always needs a way out. She needs somewhere to run to. Backup plans for her backup plans.
The same way the smile took over her face for the tiniest moment, fear flashes through her eyes. The fear of confinement. But more than that, the fear of letting him go off on his own.]
[She pauses for a good long while. Long enough that anyone else probably would have said something else to her, tried to restate their point, gotten mad at her for ignoring them...]
[They're alone. She knows they're alone because he's in her personal space. She skims her hand up his side, barely touching him, probably not even detectable through the layers of clothing. And then she puts the tiniest bit of pressure on his collarbone, right over the nasty break, long since healed over.]
[And there's so much said in those two little words, so much more than what she'll admit to. So it's a good thing that he already knows. He has his faith that he can keep things together. The only faith she's ever had is that things fall apart. That's been her constant.
[Yeah, manic Clint. That's troubling. Maybe not manic for a normal person, but he doesn't do riled up. Even when things are intense and precarious, they keep it together. Their celebrations are private smiles and the occasional shared bottle of vodka in darkened compounds.
He's going to break. And if she's not there, he's going to be all alone when it happens. or worse, Loki will be there to try his hand at taking Clint over again, the only thing about his ill-advised plan that had worked.]
Yeah. Especially bad things.
[She sighs and, since he's still in her personal space and they're still alone, she leans her forehead against his shoulder.]
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To the ship.
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[It's almost funny, because out of the two of them, he's the one who thrives in wide open spaces. But Natasha needs range in her own way. She doesn't need distance, but she needs a way out. She always needs a way out. She needs somewhere to run to. Backup plans for her backup plans.
The same way the smile took over her face for the tiniest moment, fear flashes through her eyes. The fear of confinement. But more than that, the fear of letting him go off on his own.]
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I won't do well without you.
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You did just fine without me for a long time.
[They both had. Neither of them knowing what was missing.]
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I don't want to do that again.
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You don't have to.
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This won't end well.
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[And there's so much said in those two little words, so much more than what she'll admit to. So it's a good thing that he already knows. He has his faith that he can keep things together. The only faith she's ever had is that things fall apart. That's been her constant.
And she hides it with a wry little smile.]
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He's going to break. And if she's not there, he's going to be all alone when it happens. or worse, Loki will be there to try his hand at taking Clint over again, the only thing about his ill-advised plan that had worked.]
Yeah. Especially bad things.
[She sighs and, since he's still in her personal space and they're still alone, she leans her forehead against his shoulder.]
I don't like boats.