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millywidow · 3 years ago

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Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) (Day 5)

Prompt ~ Person A and B get snowed in together.

Ship ~ Clintasha

Characters ~ Natasha Romanoff; Clint Barton; Phil Coulson

Warnings ~ Mentions of Injury. Mentions of Illness

AN // Hey, thanks for all the love! Also @/hawkeyes-chicklet liked my last fic and I am D Y I N G. I am literally fangirling so hard rn. I love their fics so freaking much, I can't believe they read mine!!

Ahhhh and @/quietlyimplode just commented. I AM NOT OKAY. I feel like I am dreaming...

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All he wants is to be warm, part of him thinks he will never be warm again.

Both in physical terms, and mental.

Trudging through the snowy hills of Northern France, his body as cold as ice, he longs to rest. His toes have no feeling.

But his heart is frozen too, cold and numb. He can't feel anything but Natasha's limp body in his fatigued arms.

Through the snowy haze, he spies his destination - a small cottage on the top of a whitened hill.

"Only a bit further now, love," he whispers into her body. He hopes she can hear him. Hopes she knows that everything is going to be okay.

As he walks towards the house, his body almost gives out, but he perseveres. He has to persevere; to make sure she would be safe. For her safety, he would walk a hundred miles.

But now, he was at a loss.

The mission had been a shit show from the very start. Their intel was wrong, they were ambushed, and then they lost sight of the target. But that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was when he saw one of the men pull out a great knife and lunge for Natasha. He tried to warn her, but nothing came out of his mouth, except a guttural yell. It was all for naught, as not a second later the knife sliced her body, and she fell to the ground.

A moment later, the man who dared to hurt her found an arrow through his neck.

Descending from his posting on top of a building, he ran over to her.

When he reached her, she was still conscious, but she was evidently in a lot of pain.

"Hold on, love, It's all going to be okay"

He had then taken her into his arms, and set out into the country in search of a safe place to stay.

SHIELD had a safe house nearby, that's where Coulson would meet him. It would all be okay. It had to be okay. And for a moment, as he entered the house, with his partner in his arms, he thought it might actually be okay. But then her head lolled to the side, and more blood spilled from the wound on her chest.

It was then, more than ever, that he knew she really needed medical attention.

Dust jumped into the air with every step he took. The filth from the house was evident on every surface. Nothing seemed to be clean. Which would prove finding a clean place to lay her down difficult.

From her place in his arms, he could feel her shivering, and yet her skin burned under his touch.

He knew she had a fever, but he also knew there was nothing he could do to help her. In a place like this, there was no escaping infection. He would just have to help her through it.

In the end, he decided to place her on the bed, after he stripped the top, dust-covered, coating.

Gently, he laid her down on the soft mattress. She moaned weakly as she was forced to stretch out her body.

"Sorry, my love, I just need to clean the wound," he whispered softly, collecting the first aid kit from the kitchen.

With great trouble, he managed to clean the wound. But it just kept bleeding. He ended up going through four rags, each one gradually getting soaked in her blood. Eventually, it was clean, dry, and sewn.

Once she was sated, he left to clean the rags and maybe even give himself a rinse. As he headed outside, he noticed that the snow was falling at an increasing rate. It worried him, if that snow kept falling, the extraction team would not be able to reach them

The extraction team

In all the chaos of the past four hours, he had completely forgotten to alert the extraction team of their whereabouts.

Practically running back into the safe house, he picked up his phone and called the second pinned number.

Coulson picked up in three rings, his ordered and calm voice only giving the slightest indication of the relief he felt at Clint's phone call.

"Clint! Where the hell are you guys. The extraction team arrived at the planned point over an hour ago, and you apparently aren't there."

"Mission went south, we've had to make a detour. We are at the Reims safe house. You know, the one in the hills?"

"Yes, I know the one. Why did you not inform the team? It is unlike you…well unlike Natasha...to not make sure everything runs smoothly."

Clint spares a look at the woman in question, who was breathing heavily, sweat beading down her forehead.

"How far away are you. Nat's hurt; knife wound. An infection had already set in. She...she needs medical attention"

"I'm sorry Barton. Have you looked outside lately, you're snowed in, there's nothing we can do," Coulson sighed.

Clint hung up the phone immediately. Not wanting to listen to Coulson apologise for something he had no control over.

In truth, there was nothing they could do. Except wait this out.

Do nothing but watch over his fever-ridden partner while also trying to keep himself from spiralling.

There was nothing to do, but sit in the cold, and wait for the warmth to creep in.

Dropping his phone onto the bedside table, he crawled into the bed with her. Curling himself into her body, he snuggled up next to her. From his position on the bed, he gazed at her. He could tell she wasn't present. She was awake but was locked in some sort of fever dream. He could tell she was getting worse, the fever taking every last piece of energy she had left. The faster the extraction team arrived, the sooner she would get the attention she needed.

The archer checked his phone again, hoping to see a message from Coulson letting him know that help was coming.

There was no message.

In a moment of despair, he shut his phone off, tossing it back onto the table. But not before noticing the date in the left-hand corner.

Leaning back into her limp body, he rested his head against her shoulder. Gently, as not to hurt her, he whispered three little words into her ear.

"Merry Christmas, Tasha."

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Question of the Day; What is a Christmas song that makes you cry?

#hurt natasha romanoff #protective clint barton #strike team delta #natasha x clint #clintasha #12 days of ficmas #12 days of christmas

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awed-frog · 6 years ago

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Waiting for any media to mention the Sri Lankan Muslim community was targeted and infiltrated by Wahhabi Islam like -

On top of everything else, it’s genuinely offensive for them to just sit there and wax poetic about the civil war, and how SADLY, OH SO SADLY, Sri Lanka will never be free of its violent past *cue heartbreaking violin music*. I’ve seen a minumum of fifteen op-eds about this, and wtf? After that nutjob drove his lorry into people in France, nobody actually said “You know what, Marseille’s sort of a shit city and people get murdered there every day, so” (which they maybe should have, btw, because if anyone in the media or government cared about anything happening outside Paris, we wouldn’t be in this mess rn). But somehow, whenever non-white people Do The Thing, all subtlety goes out the window and the conversation becomes Eh, it’s what they’re like.

Anyway: I don’t want to claim I know any profound truth, because we’ll have to wait for an investigation and I may be dead wrong about who’s behind these disgusting and cowardly attacks, anyway, but still - it’d be nice if people stopped pretending Islam is all the same and all equally valid. Wahhabi Islam (which, I’m sorry, is not valid in any way and is propagated by one of the worst regimes the world has ever seen) came to Sri Lanka in the 1970s, piggy-backing on the oil boom and new trade ties between Colombo and Riyadh. There were concerns pretty much immediately, because to Wahhabi Islam, local Sri Lankan Islam (Sufism) is basically worse than anything (Sufis. listen. to. music.), and predictably, the community started to splinter and fight. This included fatwas, murders, intimidation, arson - and even desecration of corpses. And next, the usual playbook we’ve seen in other Asian, African and European countries: the Saudi money raining like Murgo red gold on those communities - the charities, the cultural centres, the scholarships to study in the Middle East, the free mosques. Meanwhile, the UN mostly blabbered on about ‘freedom of religion’ and insisted local authorities should do more to accomodate Wahhabi Muslims - whether they were influenced by Saudi officials or genuinely thought they were doing something decent, it’s hard to know.

Truth is, Saudi Arabia is still the West’s darling because a) oil and b) they oppose Iran. That’s it. Everything else, from their appalling record on human rights to their heavy involvement in terror attacks all over the world, has been swept under the carpet. And now Israeli PM Netanyahu is getting all chummy with them, they will be even harder to oppose. So as a short do and don’t:

please be aware this is a problem

please support Saudi dissidents

please question your government’s friendship and deals with Riyadh

please vote for candidates who take a stand

please learn to see Islam as a plural community

but also

please don’t drag the Jews into this one (I’ve seen the usual theories that Saudis are actually Jews out to destroy the world and come on)

[some sources: x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x]

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