He probably knew that better than Tasha did, actually, and that was saying something. The things that Tasha didn't know were few and far between.
Not as few as she thought, though.
She still wasn't looking at him. She sat on the roof, and he sat behind her. Watching.
The air was cold between them.
For a moment, he wished that he was anywhere else, anyone else. They didn't talk about this; about who they were, what they were, how. Not with each other, and not with anyone else. As far as he knew at least, and Clint knew a lot.
"He's hurting," she suddenly said. In the silence, her voice was cutting into the ether. Like a knife.
They didn't talk about this.
Clint swallowed around the lump in his throat, full of the unsaid. "Yeah."
There wasn't much to say, and they both knew that. There wasn't much to do. For all the capabilities Natalia Romanova had, sometimes, there was no escape.
Fill, part 8: Slavery AU with the Avengers
Natasha was made of steel. He knew that.
He probably knew that better than Tasha did, actually, and that was saying something. The things that Tasha didn't know were few and far between.
Not as few as she thought, though.
She still wasn't looking at him. She sat on the roof, and he sat behind her. Watching.
The air was cold between them.
For a moment, he wished that he was anywhere else, anyone else. They didn't talk about this; about who they were, what they were, how. Not with each other, and not with anyone else. As far as he knew at least, and Clint knew a lot.
"He's hurting," she suddenly said. In the silence, her voice was cutting into the ether. Like a knife.
They didn't talk about this.
Clint swallowed around the lump in his throat, full of the unsaid. "Yeah."
There wasn't much to say, and they both knew that. There wasn't much to do. For all the capabilities Natalia Romanova had, sometimes, there was no escape.
"Tasha, I--"
She stood. "I'm going back to the Tower."
Through the cold air, Clint watched her go.