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Tasha: *She woke with a start, just like always. There weren't nightmares this time, and as her eyes focused she realized why. Medical equipment, IVs, doses of morphine and other drugs coursing through her. No wonder she didn't dream
She tried to sit up, a sharp pain in her stomach making her cry out, suddenly fully aware of how she got here. Though she had no idea where here was.
A man in a smart well fitted suit was doing a crossword puzzle in a chair near her. Agent Phil Coulson folded the section of newspaper closed, not looking at her even once before he spoke into an earpiece as he exited the room. 'She's awake.'*
Clint: *After he'd been looked over he'd had to debrief. Something he hadn't really looked forward to. Not when he knew that he'd disobeyed SHIELD orders. Fury had given him an earful on the responsibility he had to fulfill his orders. However, whatever punishment there was for disobeying the order had been left in his handler's hands.
So when Phil says she's awake he waits until he's dismissed to go down to see her.*
Tasha: *she's got two armed agents on the door to her recovery room. Not to mention she's cuffed to the bed. Tasha considers an exit strategy but nothing comes to mind.
So she lays there, her mind racing with thoughts, questions and regrets. At the forefront is always the little girl she made an orphan before that archer tried to take her down. She closes her eyes, hating herself from what's about to happen.
She starts weeping. Sobbing and nothing can stop it*
Clint: *he ignores the two armed agents and slips into the room stopping short when he does. She was crying. Why in the hell...? That is neither here nor there though and he moves over slipping into the seat that his handler had vacated not too long earlier. Though for once he's actually at a loss on what to say.
Or do for that matter...*
Tasha: *she doesn't say a word for a long time, though she does manage to stop the tears and the labored breathing that goes with it. The fact he's just sitting there is messing with her. She wiggles against the cuffs, wanting to escape now more than ever.She knows she can't, though
Finally she looks at him, her expression and tone serious*
You were sent to kill me. * as if he doesn't know* Why didn't you?
Clint: *he watches her attempt to pull at the cuffs. Yeah, he knew all too well those weren't something you could get out of. Not without a key at any rate.*
Maybe because everyone deserves a second chance.
Tasha: *She could, you know if she didn't have a hole in her stomach from that arrow. Or at least she could make a better effort. She snorts bitterly, shaking her head.*
I used up my second chance before I grew breasts.
Clint: Just as I used up mine growing up with a bunch of criminals but here I am fighting the good fight. So don't give me that bullshit of how you used up your second chance, you didn't. You have a way to make things better. Do something good in your life.
*Do something that could eventually help the little girl she orphaned.*
Tasha: *she listens to his speech, and it sounds at least a bit sincere. Trouble is Natasha has delivered speeches like that too, she know how easy those sentiments can be to fake.*
That still doesn't answer my original question. *she looks at him coldly* Why didn't you kill me? You've obviously killed people SHIELD's told you to before thinking you're doing the right thing to make yourself sleep better at night.
*sorry, Robin Hood, that little speech made you very easy to see through*
Clint: It does answer your question, Natasha. I told you that everyone deserves a second chance. Even someone like you who has killed far more than I have. Probably even far more than Fury has. It doesn't really matter though since we can all make a difference. If you don't want to I'm pretty sure the original objective can still be put into play. However, I saw something in you. You were upset over that girl. You can help her here. Down to the point of allowing her to have a safe life.
*he's not as easy to see through as she thinks*
Tasha: *she narrows her eyes, not at all liking that be proved her wrong*
You think you know me so well, is that it?
*trouble is he does, and she was really very positive she wasn't that easy to see through*
Clint: I know everything there is to know about you, Natasha Romanoff. I know more than you realize. So you have the choice. Death or fighting by our side and helping that little girl you orphaned.
Tasha: *she asks the obvious question* What about the rest of them? Widows...mothers who lost their children. Brothers, sisters. Lovers.
*shakes her head* SHIELD wants me to work for them, after they sent you to kill me? *she's not even healed yet.*
Clint: Everything you do here at SHIELD can help them too. It's up to you who you do or don't help. *smiles a little* As for the rest of it I have ways to convince my handler you'd be a good addition to SHIELD. He's the guy that was here with you earlier.
Tasha: *winces at the idea of a 'handler' she doesn't do teams or authority very well.*
You're going to keep going until I say yes, aren't you?
*she tugs on the cuffs again*
Clint: *shrugs and leans back in his chair* Pretty much, yeah. What do you have to lose, Natasha? Not a damn thing. You have more to gain than you do to lose.
Tasha: *closer her eyes for a long time*
Undo the cuffs and I'll consider it.
Clint: So you're wanting me to go on a bit of faith that you won't try to kill me?
*Coulson was going to have his head but there's two armed agents out there and she was still injured. Moving over he uncuffs her before going back to his seat.*
Tasha: *she doesn't move to kill him, instead rubbing at her wrists that are cut and raw from her tugging on the cuffs. Finally she looks him dead in the eyes*
Name?
Clint: *maybe not but he does watch her the whole time just in case she tries anything.*
Clint Barton.
Tasha: *she may be dangerous, reckless and have a death wish but she's not stupid* Suppose you expect me to thank you for this opportunity, Clint Barton?
*yes, that means she's going to take the offer*
She tried to sit up, a sharp pain in her stomach making her cry out, suddenly fully aware of how she got here. Though she had no idea where here was.
A man in a smart well fitted suit was doing a crossword puzzle in a chair near her. Agent Phil Coulson folded the section of newspaper closed, not looking at her even once before he spoke into an earpiece as he exited the room. 'She's awake.'*
Clint: *After he'd been looked over he'd had to debrief. Something he hadn't really looked forward to. Not when he knew that he'd disobeyed SHIELD orders. Fury had given him an earful on the responsibility he had to fulfill his orders. However, whatever punishment there was for disobeying the order had been left in his handler's hands.
So when Phil says she's awake he waits until he's dismissed to go down to see her.*
Tasha: *she's got two armed agents on the door to her recovery room. Not to mention she's cuffed to the bed. Tasha considers an exit strategy but nothing comes to mind.
So she lays there, her mind racing with thoughts, questions and regrets. At the forefront is always the little girl she made an orphan before that archer tried to take her down. She closes her eyes, hating herself from what's about to happen.
She starts weeping. Sobbing and nothing can stop it*
Clint: *he ignores the two armed agents and slips into the room stopping short when he does. She was crying. Why in the hell...? That is neither here nor there though and he moves over slipping into the seat that his handler had vacated not too long earlier. Though for once he's actually at a loss on what to say.
Or do for that matter...*
Tasha: *she doesn't say a word for a long time, though she does manage to stop the tears and the labored breathing that goes with it. The fact he's just sitting there is messing with her. She wiggles against the cuffs, wanting to escape now more than ever.She knows she can't, though
Finally she looks at him, her expression and tone serious*
You were sent to kill me. * as if he doesn't know* Why didn't you?
Clint: *he watches her attempt to pull at the cuffs. Yeah, he knew all too well those weren't something you could get out of. Not without a key at any rate.*
Maybe because everyone deserves a second chance.
Tasha: *She could, you know if she didn't have a hole in her stomach from that arrow. Or at least she could make a better effort. She snorts bitterly, shaking her head.*
I used up my second chance before I grew breasts.
Clint: Just as I used up mine growing up with a bunch of criminals but here I am fighting the good fight. So don't give me that bullshit of how you used up your second chance, you didn't. You have a way to make things better. Do something good in your life.
*Do something that could eventually help the little girl she orphaned.*
Tasha: *she listens to his speech, and it sounds at least a bit sincere. Trouble is Natasha has delivered speeches like that too, she know how easy those sentiments can be to fake.*
That still doesn't answer my original question. *she looks at him coldly* Why didn't you kill me? You've obviously killed people SHIELD's told you to before thinking you're doing the right thing to make yourself sleep better at night.
*sorry, Robin Hood, that little speech made you very easy to see through*
Clint: It does answer your question, Natasha. I told you that everyone deserves a second chance. Even someone like you who has killed far more than I have. Probably even far more than Fury has. It doesn't really matter though since we can all make a difference. If you don't want to I'm pretty sure the original objective can still be put into play. However, I saw something in you. You were upset over that girl. You can help her here. Down to the point of allowing her to have a safe life.
*he's not as easy to see through as she thinks*
Tasha: *she narrows her eyes, not at all liking that be proved her wrong*
You think you know me so well, is that it?
*trouble is he does, and she was really very positive she wasn't that easy to see through*
Clint: I know everything there is to know about you, Natasha Romanoff. I know more than you realize. So you have the choice. Death or fighting by our side and helping that little girl you orphaned.
Tasha: *she asks the obvious question* What about the rest of them? Widows...mothers who lost their children. Brothers, sisters. Lovers.
*shakes her head* SHIELD wants me to work for them, after they sent you to kill me? *she's not even healed yet.*
Clint: Everything you do here at SHIELD can help them too. It's up to you who you do or don't help. *smiles a little* As for the rest of it I have ways to convince my handler you'd be a good addition to SHIELD. He's the guy that was here with you earlier.
Tasha: *winces at the idea of a 'handler' she doesn't do teams or authority very well.*
You're going to keep going until I say yes, aren't you?
*she tugs on the cuffs again*
Clint: *shrugs and leans back in his chair* Pretty much, yeah. What do you have to lose, Natasha? Not a damn thing. You have more to gain than you do to lose.
Tasha: *closer her eyes for a long time*
Undo the cuffs and I'll consider it.
Clint: So you're wanting me to go on a bit of faith that you won't try to kill me?
*Coulson was going to have his head but there's two armed agents out there and she was still injured. Moving over he uncuffs her before going back to his seat.*
Tasha: *she doesn't move to kill him, instead rubbing at her wrists that are cut and raw from her tugging on the cuffs. Finally she looks him dead in the eyes*
Name?
Clint: *maybe not but he does watch her the whole time just in case she tries anything.*
Clint Barton.
Tasha: *she may be dangerous, reckless and have a death wish but she's not stupid* Suppose you expect me to thank you for this opportunity, Clint Barton?
*yes, that means she's going to take the offer*
