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𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚄𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 @scinglives.

Hearing his voice behind her as he approached she couldn't help the PLAYFUL smirk on her lips, looking over her shoulder at him before turning to face him fully. She was SUPPOSED to be sitting this one out, having sustained an injury not too long before, but she was feeling better, and she had missed missions with him. "Worried I show you up now that I'm here?" She scoffed quietly, and shook her head. "Honestly...I'm here as a DISTRACTION. Your brooding makes you stick out like a sore thumb JAMES. Someone has to distract them while you get what we need."

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Maybe Steve shouldn't have taken Thor up on his offer of Asgardian alcohol.

The super soldier was unsteady on his feet as he grinned, looking to Natasha.

"No...no I don't think I'll have anymore. I uh....I don't wanna do something stupid and that control I usually keep is getting harder to keep a grasp on."

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙼 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂 : 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 ! @marvelsmusings

It wasn't very often she saw STEVE like this, and when she spun around to meet his form coming toward her, she furrowed her brow, before a smile formed on her features.

"I should say so." She commented, noting his UNSTEADINESS and looking toward the PERSONAL ROOMS. "Maybe you should go lay down? I bet it's been a while."

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None of this was going to be 𝑬𝑨𝑺𝒀 for them. It would be insane for them to think that it would. That didn't mean 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙰 wasn't willing to put in the work that he deserved. That they 𝑩𝑶𝑻𝑯 deserved. 𝙹𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂 thought she deserved better. The fact of the matter was when she decided to leave 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝚁𝙾𝙾𝙼, she was far from done with filling up her ledger with 𝑹𝑬𝑫. He always saw her as this shining 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑶𝑵. Really, she was a whole lot more than that. She let him say his peace though...not interrupting him and only speaking when he was good and finished, proposing and 𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑨.

"𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚁 was used to me at one point...Why can't that be true again now." She could acknowledge that 𝑩𝑶𝑻𝑯 sides of him would always be there. She happened to be someone who knew him, and had been close to him when he had been the 𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚁, perhaps that could be a starting point. @scinglives.

Bucky didn't want to hurt her, she had experienced so much pain in her life already, and he didn't want to add to that. Her voice calmed him down, focussing on her words and what she was saying, trying to bring him into the moment here and now. "You deserve better than me." He whispered, taking a moment before stepping towards the bed, sitting on the edge of it with his head in his hands. "You don't deserve this, you don't deserve someone like me. I -- I keep trying to -- nothing's working. I told you I -- I was nervous about you staying because of the nightmares, and they've never been that bad before. Like the Winter Soldier knew there was someone there, and someone was always a threat. That part of me is still in there."

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In the time that 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙰 had been working for 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙴𝙻𝙳, her and 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙾𝙽 had built a friendship that went beyond 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙽𝙴𝚁. For someone who had no family to speak of...he had quickly become that for the red headed spy. She could trust him from day one, even when everything in her was screaming not to, she never really could find a reason not to.

"I'll do my best...No promises though." She smirked back at him, her hand having found his and giving it a grounding squeeze. It was how he seemed to be 𝑯𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑻 about what happened to 𝙹𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂 that worried her. She knew he wouldn't break his promise, but there wasn't much he could do if 𝙵𝚄𝚁𝚈 decided something.

What the 𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑳 situation was however was probably among the worst outcomes she could have thought of. Had she not been 𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑶𝑼𝑻 from a bullet wound, she would have been there to tell them how 𝑩𝑨𝑫 of an idea that was. Her brows furrowed before she sat up a little more, wincing at the wound in her abdomen before shaking her head.

"That's the worst place fore him." She admitted, looking at 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙾𝙽. "A 𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙻 would have been a better idea." She didn't know quite how to explain, but she was too busy trying to think about how she was going to get out of this room and to that facility. "I need to see him. I need to talk to him, figure out what 𝙷𝚈𝙳𝚁𝙰 wanted, he'll talk to me." It was hard to explain just how she knew, but he wasn't under the control of 𝙷𝚈𝙳𝚁𝙰 when she saw him last, and 𝙹𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂 was someone that could be reasoned with, as long as he didn't feel backed into a 𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑬𝑹.

The second the Winter Soldier stepped out of the car, there were about a dozen guns trained on him.  The former HYDRA assassin had put his hands in the air even before the order had been given, making it clear that there was going to be no resistance to his arrest.  The archer could give credit where it was due there, at least, especially as four agents moved forward and two of them kept their guns trained on James while the other two kicked behind his knees and got him to the ground.  There wasn’t even a sound from him when his knees hit the concrete and he was pushed further down and cuffed.  His head lifted just slightly and piercing blue eyes looked to Natasha as she was lifted carefully out of the back seat.  His gaze was broken when he was physically pulled away and loaded into a separate vehicle entirely.

With the Winter Soldier in custody, Clint had moved to help the two SHIELD medics that had come to transfer Nat into the helicopter.  Once she was secured and all of the passengers were ready, the pilot took off and headed for the nearest specialized medical facility at their access.

As soon as she was stable enough to be placed in a room, Clint was there at her bedside and unwilling to leave.  Even when he’d been called in for a debrief, he had told Fury that he was going to need to come to him on this one.  It was a gutsy move with the director of SHIELD, but he tended to take more chances when it came to Natasha’s wellbeing and wants.

She had wanted the Winter Soldier to be given a chance…so when Fury did arrive at the hospital a few hours later, that was exactly what Clint worked on.  Much like he had with Natasha, he had tried to start by framing James as a valuable asset above all else, but his boss wasn’t buying it this time around.  It was…somewhat understandable.  He didn’t give up though.  The compromise that they had reached wasn’t perfect, but it was better than nothing.  He could only hope that Nat saw it the same way.

It had been almost three days before Natasha woke up.  Clint had slept about two hours total in that time, and he was pretty sure they had all been microsleeps.  The scruff that he was sporting were an obvious sign that he hadn’t hardly moved from that spot next to his partner.

He gathered up his strength enough to sit up a bit straighter, scooting his chair another couple inches closer to her bed and moving to place his hand gently over hers.  A small smirk tugged at his lips.

“Yeah, ya took a small coma,” he retorted, “I’d appreciate it if ya didn’t scare th’ shit outta me like that again.”  There was no real malice in his voice, only genuine care and concern.  At her next inquiry, he took a deep breath and gave her hand a gentle squeeze as he sighed.

“He’s uh…” his free hand ran through his hair, a bit of a nervous habit, “he’s at a nearby laboratory facility…”  He didn’t seem proud of having to tell her that, but he was ready to explain further.  “The only way I could convince Fury not t’ throw him in th’ Raft was by agreeing to release him t’ SHIELD’s science division.  They’re gonna run some tests…see what all is goin’ on with him.”  He knew she wouldn’t be thrilled with the idea of the guy being an object of scientific study, but there hadn’t been another option.

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You remember when I told you that one day we would have that big adventure?

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She kept thinking about the task at hand. The 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 was complete. Now she had a 𝑵𝑬𝑾 one though. She needed to make sure she stayed awake long enough so that she could ensure 𝙹𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂' safety, at least long enough for her to recover, and get the right people on her side. If she deserved a second chance...so did he.

𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙰 could sense the tension of the car between the two, and if she were in 𝑨𝑵𝒀 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑬, she would have probably made some quip about it, and she probably 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 when she was out of the woods properly. Instead she kept her attention on James. The easiest given he was sitting 𝑵𝑬𝑿𝑻 to her.

"Only if that means you're gonna start ruining it with me." She countered to him, forcing one of her signature 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑹𝑲𝑺 to her lips before she winced with the bump of the road. She knew they were close, and she knew that just as fast as 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙾𝙽 got to them, he's make it even 𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑹 in getting them back once he had found her in the state she was in.

Sure enough, when they got there, and saw what state one of their 𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂 was coming back in, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚁 was taken under arrest with no questions asked. Not that 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙰 was in much state to be answering any, having spent the remaining amount of energy she had trying to stay 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝑲𝑬 long enough to get her to the medical help she was with now. They were up in the air in moments, 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙰 not quite realizing where she had been put, and where 𝑯𝑬 had been put.

When she finally 𝑫𝑰𝑫 come to...She couldn't be sure how many 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂 she had been out, but when she turned her head to the right, and saw a dozing 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙾𝙽, she scoffed and sat up. "Did I set the new record for longest amount of time I've been out?" She grumbled, wincing as she sat up and looked at him. "Is he? Is he okay?"

One thing that was a resounding fact that they were all aware of in their own way, was that if Natasha didn’t make it through this, James wouldn’t be seeing the light of day ever again.  Whether that meant being taken out the moment they saw the Winter Soldier or they just decided to keep him as their prisoner for the rest of his doubtlessly extended life.  For Clint, it manifested as fire in his gaze as he looked in the mirror every now and again to check on how Natasha was looking.  They wouldn’t have too long of a drive, not with the speed that the archer was going anyway.  When his gaze met Nat’s through the reflection of the mirror, his eyes became more pleading.  Like he was begging her to be okay.

As for the HYDRA defector that sat in the back seat with Natasha, his knowledge of his own possible fate shone through the tightness of his jaw.  His expression was set, even when he caught Barton’s glares out of his peripheral as he kept his focus on Natasha.  In his eyes though, the only emotion that was visible was concern that he was barely managing to keep under control.  His own life wasn’t his first priority, though.  If she didn’t make it through this, he wasn’t going to argue with whatever sentence was passed.  James wasn’t sure he could face another day living with himself if he wound up being the one that took her life, after she had lived through the impossible so many times over.

Her voice broke him out of his own thoughts, pulling him back from the mental spiral that he had been descending into.  She had a knack for that.  She always had.

There was a heaviness to his smile, as though the strength that it took to maintain it was too much to bare.

“Don’t worry about that…just want you to ruin HYDRA’s plans for today.”  And he didn’t mean the data that SHIELD wanted.  He needed her to live on, to be a thorn in the side of HYDRA and every other shadow organization.

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It's something the two of them ALWAYS did. Walks late at night that allowed them to disappear from it all together. It allowed her a moment when she could just be with HIM. No mission, no HANDLER waiting for them to come check in. Now it was just a moment for the two of them to slow down, with someone who TRULY KNEW them.

The truth was, while Natasha held it all together well, the world was often TOO MUCH for her. But thanks to her training in both THE RED ROOM and SHIELD, she was able to mask that for the most part. She LIKED the late hours of the night. She liked sitting in her apartment with her cat while she watched a movie alone...but she liked them EVEN MORE when she got a familiar text.

When she looked at the text it didn't say to come meet him, or that he even WANTED to see her. But she knew given the TIME, and that he was going for a walk, she knew what it meant, and grabbed her coat before heading out the door.

Meeting at THEIR spot, she watched his familiar shillouette appear and she smiled, though the darkness of the poorly lit area would have masked that as he APPROACHED.

"Hey." The greeting is simple, coupled with a nod in his direction before she stepped forward. "Couldn't sleep?" The second time she spoke, she spoke in RUSSIAN, something familiar when she spoke to him in the past.

@marvelousjj gets a random 'walks at 3am starter' c:

IT'S NOT UNTIL IT'S PITCH BLACK OUTSIDE THAT BUCKY FEELS TRULY COMFORTABLE , when he can slip out of his broken down apartment ( the one that Steve had grown up in ) & disappear into the night to meet Nat.

IT'S THE ONLY TIME HE FEELS AT PEACE. The wind on his face, the ground beneath his boots. To feel human again. Bucky tries , he really tries to function during the day. To try and slip back into his old self ; to find comfort in Brooklyn. THING IS , he can't. Nothing is the same.

HE FINDS HER A FEW BLOCKS FROM HIS APARTMENT ; in their usual meeting place. The lights down here need replacing , only a few flicker , barely casting a glow but he'd recognise her stance anywhere. HE KNOWS HER. "Hey."

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𝚆𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛… 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍.

♥ ᴀ ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴇxᴄʟᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ-ᴍᴜꜱᴇ, ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ-ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ, ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ-ꜱʜɪᴘ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ʙʟᴏɢ, ᴘᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ, ꜱᴀʜ. ♥

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟻𝟶 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕, 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟿 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚁𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟷𝟻 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘, 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝟸𝟷 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟾, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚁𝙿 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐; 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝙰 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝙸𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 😂, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚘𝚝; 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚢. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙾𝙾𝙲 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚑'𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.

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more kisses <3 (and a sketch under the cut)

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𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 ┊ 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙰 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙵𝙵

like this post for a steamy/suggestive starter from natasha romanoff. starters will likely be small.

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Waiting for 𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙽𝚃 to respond felt like an 𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑻𝒀. Perhaps it was the pain, perhaps it was the anticipation of the possible fate of the man she loved. Mostly likely though...It was a bit of 𝑩𝑶𝑻𝑯. She saw his shoulders sink, hearing that sigh before he actually 𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑲𝑬 that told her all that she needed to know. Once again she had convinced him. Step one...𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑬. Now the hard part.

Part of that hard part was going to be 𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮. Sure she was a 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚁, but she held the knock-off version of a knock-off. It wasn't perfect...But 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚁 was when it came to his shots. Each one he took was LETHAL, so she was racing against the clock to keep 𝑯𝑰𝑴 in the clear.

It was painful but they got her into the car easily enough, and they were on their way in no time. Finally allowed to breath a bit easier, she wondered if that was a good thing, or a bad thing.

As they set out for the 𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃, 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙰 glanced up to the front of the car where her partner drove them quickly to where 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑷 was, and then back to 𝙹𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂. If she could hold out to get to the 𝙴𝚇𝚃����𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃 alive, 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙾𝙽 would couch for 𝙹𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂, and then once she was recovered, it would be up to her.

She forced a 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬, though it was faint when she finally looked at 𝙹𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂. ❝ Hope you didn't have any 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑺 I ruined. ❞

His eyes had only met the blonde’s briefly before he shifted his attention back to Nat’s wound.  There was nothing that he could add to the conversation that would be cohesive to anyone actually listening to Nat’s reasoning, so he knew to keep his mouth shut.  She clearly had a repertoire with the agent.

It was more than obvious to James that Barton had done the math already; Natasha was there, wounded, with her charge presumed dead.  Nobody else would have been with her or at the scene other than the shooter.  This was, of course, assuming that Natasha hadn’t told Clint anything about him, or their relationship.  He got confirmation of that though only a short time later when she tried to explain the situation in the briefest and most concise terms that she could.

She was smart to phrase it the way that she had; if this was the person that had offered her a second chance and helped her defect from the Red Room, he might have room in his heart for one more…it made sense on paper.  The only problem he could foresee was the fact that James had just shot the person that he had chosen to give a second chance.  A person that he had obviously come to care about.  Were their positions reversed, James couldn’t say that he would just willingly help a man like that without some convincing.

Having been ready to argue with Natasha the moment she suggested doing anything before they got her to a medic, let alone helping the bastard that had obviously been the one that pulled the trigger, the only thing that stopped him was feeling her press the flashdrive against his palm.  His momentary awe at the fact that she had managed to save the data in all of this gave Nat the extra second that she needed to strike the winning blow in the argument.

He and I are the SAME.

The archer’s shoulders fell in resignation and he sighed, briefly looking down before tucking the flashdrive away into his pocket.  If she had secured the date, even with the Engineer dead, they had still accomplished the better part of the mission and he could report that much in order to get clearance to head back.  “God, damn it…alright, fine.  I’ll smooth things out with th’ boss when we get back, but I dunno how eager he’s gonna be t’ take in a stray at a time like this.  Better t’ ask forgiveness than permission on this, though…”  He had the same thought process when it had come to bringing Natasha to SHIELD, and Fury had happened to agree.  Clint had no idea how this was going to pan out for the brooding wonder, but he was more concerned about getting Nat help.

Moving carefully, he lifted Nat into his arms from the ground in one fluid motion as he stood up.  He spared James a brief glance before heading back over to his car.  Having run ahead of the archer, the man with the metal arm opened the back seat door.  Clint pretty much ignored him, opting to carefully lay Natasha down on the back seat instead.  He needed to drive…but someone needed to be back there with Nat to keep an eye on her.  He sighed.  “Sit in back with her,” he ordered the other man plainly, seeming as though he were trying to speak with some authority.  There was no argument from James, of course, why would there be?  He literally bit his tongue briefly and as soon as everyone was settled in the vehicle, he shifted into drive and sped towards the extraction point.

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#tfw your attack fails 👀💦