If Clint's hardware is anything like Natasha's it won't break from being thrown. She considers hiding out, leaving him brood but through it all she can't help remembering a time he didn't leave her when she was in his position. Hell, they weren't even partners then. She would have sooner killed him that look at him but...she didn't. Because Clint didn't kill her when he was ordered to.
Natasha picks his bow up and sets it on the bedside table. She pauses next to the cot, looking him over before she lays down next to him. It's not exactly roomy but she doesn't want him to freak out again. Maybe her being there will keep him calm. "What are you thinking?"
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Date: 2012-06-29 02:41 am (UTC)From:Natasha picks his bow up and sets it on the bedside table. She pauses next to the cot, looking him over before she lays down next to him. It's not exactly roomy but she doesn't want him to freak out again. Maybe her being there will keep him calm. "What are you thinking?"